[A poem by Mr. Samudrala Harikrishna titled ‘Cuckoo’.]
Its colour as black as a Sooty
Its voice as sweet as Honey
Its mood as merry as a Teen
Sure it’s the crooning Queen!
It coos, accosts and cajoles
Hiding among the Green leaves
Seldom seen but often Heard
Cuckoo, a wingy wandering Bard!
It’s Mr. Stealthy in the Crow’s Nest
It’s Mr. Wealthy in the Singing Mart
It’s Mr. Fidgety in the Strobe Light
It’s Mr. Dodgy in the seeker’s Sight!
Brings in its stride, far many Things
Scent of the tender mango Shoots
Descent of the blazing Summer Days
Ascent of joy, in hearts seeking Naturals
No one knows where from it Arrives
Just on time year after year, no Misses!
Replies your call only in song,the Tireless
And lo it’s gone, to unknown Frontiers!
The Orchard’s minstrel placed by None
The birds’ envy, pretty on the Singing Throne
The Spring’s messenger not a note Late
Opening a poet’s mind to Heaven’s Gate!
