Rise At Dawn To Greet The Cuckoo's Song Poem by AFFAQ NABI

When evening's rising tide led Father home,
From day's tedious toil, he rattled the door.
His lady came to kiss him; no more to roam,
He sat where kids warmed by hearth's tender-core.
Then quizzed them of their day with careful grace,
Later on rug, he knelt to lead their prayer,
With wisdom's light, he spoke to them apace:
'Be patient, live with less, for more's not fair.
Temptation's lure may cast a verdant spell,
But guard your soul, let not your heart be swayed.
For lost honor is but a trip to the gates of hell."
And truth denied shall see your soul betrayed.
Hence, rise at dawn to greet the cuckoo's song,
And let the breeze's kiss make your heart strong.