Suman Kumar Das

Suman Kumar Das

Poems by Suman Kumar Das : 13 / 38

Cuckoo - Poem by Suman Kumar Das

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May every morn be spring morn!
Coos the cuckoo at every dawn.
Yon, smell of young mango buds,
Blowing from green woods.
On the terrace corner,
A thrilling voice starts to murmur,
Awaking me from deep slumber.

I know not its theme,
Nor I know rhythm.
Still, how sweet strain!
With total ignorance of pain.
Soars she gaily in the sky,
Seldom appears in shy.
Shall I hear till I die!

Suman Kumar Das

Poems by Suman Kumar Das : 13 / 38

Poetheart Morgan (11/6/2013 12:19:00 PM)

I'm hanging on a tree
hearing the cuckoo sings
no pain, no suffer
just pleasure in such beauty song! (Report) Reply
Pradip Chattopadhyay (11/6/2013 2:03:00 AM)

we all wish, poet, for eternal Spring!
loved this poem. (Report) Reply
Vishal Sharma (11/5/2013 9:59:00 AM)

lovely poem with great words and memorable lines (Report) Reply