O Cuckoo! You are my favorite guest
For you fill my heart with smiles
You let my past flow in your notes sweetest
It is lovely cud I love to chew all miles.
Your arrival is most welcome to my region.
For my heart swings in joy in your notes
The choice-notes of your gifted throats
I feel your advent as the event happiest
As the most celebrated fest.
My heart blooms like the flower
My lips sing with the joys of your tunes,
My steps dance in grace to your rhythms
I fly on the wings to the realms of my memoirs
My native land with its pretty features
With their glow and glitz
Lit by sunrays, moonbeams, star-twinkles,
The earthly paradise, heavenly mirth on earth
That stands before me vibrant in image.
I swim in the rivulet that flows by my village
With all my boyhood friends,
Playing in sand, building dunes beside the flow.
To the north, my village tank
I sail in it on the tides to reach the bank
I leap like fish in the overflow as a sport
All the beauties to sensor hustle and bustle,
The sights of the flowers of creepers,
The gallop of rabbits and deer amid thistles.
All in mind remind me of all nostalgic joys
When days fled like hours and years like days
Jubilance of victories on my merits in studies
As a topper to enjoy applauses,
All the glows shone in my revered teachers’ faces.
Published: Poetcrit 37.1 (January - June 2024)
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