032. Cuckoo Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

From the green woods in Spring
When in full throat you sing,
I feel your unseen presence
And my heart brims with ease.

You're a being of ever mystery
Just like your birth history.
When the travellers become weary
Your sweet music makes them lively.

You are an immortal bird-
Not a being of flesh and blood.
Since the dawn of civilization
You've been singing a syrupy song.

You are an angel sent by God
Or a nice fairy created by God.
When a child cries for his mother,
You soothe him with sweet numbers.

When I await my beloved for a long time,
Your sweet music enthralls my mind.
On this earth you pour not a song
But a melody or God's chant or hymn.

When I spend hours with my sweetheart
Even in an unromantic place of earth,
Your sweet music carries us to Eden
And we enjoy the bliss of Heaven.


Kolkata, India.
21st July,2013.