Cuckoo Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Cuckoo

Rating: 5.0


All birds are distinct and have special character
We may not find them usually in every sector
They have their own way to serve the mankind
Each one holds prominence and has specialists of its kind

Cuckoo is only one with melodious voice
We exclaim and appreciate without any choice
She can air lovely music in air when breeze is cool
Arrival of sun shine may alert even fool

When air is thick with silence and peace
Cuckoo spreads music with simple ease
It may erase any sadness of previous day
New pulse and thoughts with simple way

Pleasant voice is simple music
Generates thrill and creates magic
God may gift it to one in million
Music with beauty may be real union

Cuckoo is black but melody queen
Everybody may listen to and very keen
Pigeon may be called peace ambassador
Cuckoo too may be God’s messenger

I may pray and wish her daily appearance
Draw the inspiration with simple inference
Should we not shed our daily difference?
Cuckoo may serve as ready made reference

We may prefer more cuckoos to crow
Never we feel older, even if grow
Life may be steady with space very slow
With melodious voice face may shine and glow

How this music has come into being?
You get music if you blow in hollow ring
Nature has its own course of providing music
It has natural blessings to serve spell of magic

Flowers, waterfalls and river add to melody
Music to ears is passion for everybody
Lovely cuckoo does it again for mankind
Morning peace descends on earth and pleases mind

Music leaves impact on blind and deaf
It is opening of new kind such as leaf
Human being always loved beautiful bird
Set in silence and peacefully heard

We are spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found an answer

It makes lot of difference when it is heard in bird’s voice
What a melody in the ears in the morning devoid of noise
Think of vigor and strength that it offers to ailing body
Health with music and stable mind is anybody’s guess in body

Music has in built wonders in itself
Even birds can do it without any help
If we can resume and get aligned to theme
It is only way open to reach to HIM

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Almedia Knight-Oliver 15 October 2009

Your description of 'Cuckoo' makes me love it. I appreciate your pleasing rhymes. a 10

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Aparna Sinha 15 October 2009

its a complete poem! ...Wordsworth once said a poem should begin with beauty and end with wisdom....and 'this' poem is perfect example....so beautifully penned... Life may be steady with space very slow With melodious voice face may shine and glow And so clear in the message.....

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Sunita Rao 15 October 2009

All birds are distinct and have special character We may not find them usually in every sector

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Poetic Soul 16 October 2009

A well penned write, we do exclaim and appreciate without any choice indeed.

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Daniel Blevins 19 October 2009

This poem is really good! I love the way it flows! And the metaphors you used with the cuckoo! Great write! :)

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Prashant Shaurya 13 January 2010

beautiful poem sir.. and the way it proceeds further is superb.. you write with an excellent rhyme and rhythm.. 10++ regards prashant

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Charlotte Andreski 27 December 2009

beautiful words about a beautiful word. breath taking!

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Nathanial Jones 04 November 2009

The Cuckoo is definitely a unique bird, a very original poem... I like it.

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Marieta Maglas 03 November 2009

Cuckoo is black but melody queen Everybody may listen to and very keen Pigeon may be called peace ambassador Cuckoo too may be God’s messenger excellent poem 10++++++++++

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Vinod Kumar 28 October 2009

cuckoo is really a wonderful singer in my tender ages i watched that with eagerly..., thanks for your nature`s tribute, your birth place is also so nice,10++

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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