Oh cuckoo!
You sing implacably.
Is it you,
Or the song,
Of my heart,
In the enchanting spring?
The song that,
Few can hear,
But most don' t.
Oh cuckoo!
Don't sing,
Please don' t sing.
Because, as you sing,
Tears stream,
Down my cheeks,
Inexorably,
Reducing me to a child,
Lost,
And standing at,
The crossroads,
Of dreams and reality.
maitreyee joshi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-cuckoo/
