My Black Cuckoo Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
My Black Cuckoo
"kuhuuuuuuuuuuuu" kuhuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Her voice is exactly same and true
I get out of window
I listen to her and try to follow
I am awakened at each morning
By her sweet voice and leaning
She is inside heavy bush
I come out and rush
For almost ten years or more
I have dreamed and adored
She has responded to in each move
I shall try not to prove
She makes me restless
But soon brings light on face
Her memory is so powerful
That I become resourceful
I feel my self with her
With smile and offer
She never relents at my praises
But smiles gently and teases
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“kuhuuuuuuuuuuuu” kuhuuuuuuuuuuuuu” Her voice is exactly same and true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Muhammad Yasir she is a very shy bird.. if she spots you looking at her, she stops her song, and probably blushes Just now · Unlike · 1