I heard her few years back
It was great shock
She was lovely and little
I had forgotten my entire struggle
I remember those early childless days
The happiness was miles away
It was like all deserts atmosphere
I had some unknown fear
But nature smiled
I was mislead
The little flower took birth
I had enough of time now to breath
She was growing with fast pace
I had to rush after her with race
She had now little legs
I collected many toys with tags
She had nightingale’s voice
Her smile was full of innocence
She may call us with unknown language
The joy and happiness was with us to manage
One fine morning the bird was silent
I could hear no more melody as it was absent
She was mo more with us
I had now only dust
Cuckoo reminds me her presence
I find all kinds of love and its essence
I get little upset for regain confidence
She is before me with all time presence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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