The Koel ( Cuckoo)
coos repetitively,
whom I wonder?
goes on ” koo – el”‘
without taking a breath.
could be to his mate!
Echoes of the sound
reverberate as he
cries in full throat.
Heralder of Spring,
Koel becomes active
hoots in blithe
It is a clarion call
early in the morning
waking up farmers
who hurry to the lands
with hatchets, sickles
and scythes .
“jogi kala sangha” he bursts out
in his rustic, high pitched baritone
the bird chirps with equal mirth,
being a percussionist of repute.
Man and bird engage thusly
in turns with passion.
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