Hark Poem by SYAM CHANDRAN PERINKULAM

I Stretchout My Ears In To The Sunny Spring Days To Listen The Cuckoo

I Know Cuckoo has Forgotten To Sing.

I Throw My Eyes To The Winter Morning

To Feel The Curtain OF Hails.

I Know The Ether Is Barren.

I Am Waiting For The Croaks In The Murky Monsoon Nights.

I Know Those Poor Chaps Have been Evacuated From The Fields & Pools.

Mutterings Of Cascades, Whisperings Of Zephyrs, Meditative dawns......
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Never Come Back.....Never Ever