THE CUCKOO
THE CUCKOO
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It was a cuckoo
That squeaked
In the early hours
Of the morn
Perched atop a pepul tree.
In a voice piercing and shrill
Announcing the day break
To the people
who lay still asleep.
Poor late riser like me
Could miss the joy
Of hearing the melodious
Squeak blurting out from
Cuckoo's nest in the tree
But for my chanced awakening!
Lilting music in voice shrill
Would not have been heard
Or remain vanished altogether.
Though the birds
Other than cuckoo
Chirp or music blurt
But the whistling of
The cuckoo
Surpassed all these.
Melodious morning music
As is this
I would love to hark
Every morning of my life.
VIJAY K KALIA
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