Rating: 5.0
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!
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Poetheart Morgan 06 November 2013
I'm hanging on a tree hearing the cuckoo sings no pain, no suffer just pleasure in such beauty song!
0 0 Reply
Pradip Chattopadhyay 06 November 2013
we all wish, poet, for eternal Spring! loved this poem.
1 0 Reply
Vishal Sharma 05 November 2013
lovely poem with great words and memorable lines
1 0 Reply

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

2/28/2021 7:09:54 AM #