I cannot forget
The month of June
My memories
Take me to my childhood
The Sun was hot red
And the sky blue
Hot winds blew
In the dreaded heat
From the coziness
Of her nest
Little Cuckoo flew
In search of water and food
Couldn't bear the heat
The torrid heat
Gasping for breath
Fell on the ground
I saw the bird
Took her in my lap
Gave food and water
Saved its life
When evening came
The cuckoo flew back
To its cozy nest
Dr.Rajendra Tela, Nirantar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a heartwarming story this poem conveys! Got a little worried when that poor little bird fell to the ground but am so glad it had a happy ending! Great poem!