The Cuckoo is relentless;
Never knew music to be so intimidating.
Melodies lose their ambrosia; like
Virginity shed of pretension.
I love crows…
The power of loyalty transcends seasons.
Crows are forever busy;
Cleaning your sins.
Bokultol, Guwahati, the 18th of March,2012.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem