The eyes search
And try to reach
With some good scene
But it is not seen
The scorching heat
The showers yet to greet
The cracks on earth’s belt
All changes are felt
Till something is awaited
The has to be delighted
It is long wait
Nothing more is said
Cuckoo sits on barren branch
Her sweet voice does not go further even by an inch
I feel clear pain
But yes I have to be patient and still remain
I find sweet voice in one fine morning
The day is clearly shining
The cuckoo has filled air with her magic
It is arrival of good music
The wind has started blowing
And allowing
The fragrance to enter
And nicely cater (my feelings)
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The eyes search And try to reach With some good scene But it is not seen
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