Arunesh Goswami

Rookie - 31 Points (20-Aug-1984 / India)

The Cuckoo-O-U - Poem by Arunesh Goswami

When I phoned my mom tonight
I heard the sweet voice of the cuckoo
Singing from the far away land
Thousand miles across the blue.
I was blown away by the faery voice
To the bequeathed place, my home
And in the secret corner my heart rejoices
Tonight no longer alone;
The cuckoo-o-u piercing the fences
Gliding thru the sorrow
Winged me to ages before
The days when I dreamt of morrow,
The days when I was with my deary
In our lavian blossoming in spring
The nights when you kissed me
Of all those sweet happenings;
For a moment I felt it to be real
Between us my dear there were no uncrossable sea
O it took me farthest somewhere
And I was unheeded of what my mom spoke to me!

'Raleigh, NC

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 17, 2010

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