Piyush Dey (8/12/1998 / Chandigarh)
The Song of Cuckoo
In the heavenly abode, the morning comes,
One bird i know i hear,
Who sings in a hush tone,
Whose voice so lovely so clear,
Whose calmness starts my day with a kiss of peace,
In the serene quietude of the dawn,
Away from the humdrum life,
Takes the soul away from the body
To the Zion of solitude.
Her voice so lucent so mellow,
That my heart starts singing,
With a tinge of comfort and utter peace,
Away from the bustle of life,
Away from the prosaic of work,
The Song of Solace....
The Song of Love......
THE Song Of Cuckoo....
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