The Call Of The Cuckoo Poem by Arti Chopra

I am fatigued
Disheartened, aggrieved
travelling wearily on a road
that leads to nowhere..
sombrely waving clusters
of tall trees, seem to
cheer me on,
waving their weighty branches,
As I walk,
aimlessly, hopelessly
I keep walking,
occasional batches of wild flowers
release their sweet smell,
as if to lighten the hopelessness of my
weary steps.
as I walk on the road leading to
nowhere,
the burden of my sorrows
becomes heavy,
as I sit down on a
smooth and shiny stone
worn down
by the weight of other
weary travellers like me,
and then suddenly,
I hear the lilting
and honey sweet
voice of the cuckoo bird.
who sings to
welcome the coming rain,
sings a song in anticipation
sings in pure joy
teaching me a lesson
of preserving hope,
hope
that should never be forsaken
and I smile,
gathering up my now weightless
bundle of imaginary sorrows,
I am renewed and invigorated
with a fresh
enthusiasm,
a newfound energy,
butterflies flit along,
keeping step
with my lighthearted feet,
and the road to nowhere
is now lit up
by the soft golden rays
of a hopeful sun