A Cuckoo To Resurace Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The cuckoo has resurfaced
Lot of sadness and gloom I faced
The same melody in air and I raced
She was not to be seen or traced

I saw the need and tried
She almost disappeared and had lied
My all hopes on her bellied
I still hoped and believed

Have you seen the pigeons?
They might belong to any regions
Still they have good liens
They may not remain then aliens

She has enough of music in her
Lovely spell of magic around and here
I go after her here and there
She will jump one tree to another

It is lovely to be in her company
She may have admirers so many
She may prefer only one and accompany
It needs no wealth or lots of money

I wish she sings all the time
It is my only concern prime
I want the nature to be on her side
She holds my esteem and pride

I want to live with peace
It should be spent with ease
Love should excel and reign
Let new chapter open and begin

If there is magic spell
The surroundings may definitely tell
The world may turn into heaven from hell
Music may also remain spell bound and well

It s not what you desire or wish
It is not case of big or small fish
The pond may be large or small
The love may only be the call


Why some people are always appreciated?
Why some creatures are always necessitated?
It is by virtue of their being so lovely and good
They are wound healer, medicine or food