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Ode to the Cuckoo

Utter not a word
O sweet sonorous bird
Lest thy lustful note
In spring amorous longing evoke
Or thy voluptuous voice awake
Eve's cursed mortal taste
By this mellow melody
If you wish to invoke yearning in
Serene panorama of stoic wood
Or herald in green girls the dawn of
Then instead go to places
Where dame beautiful and her beau
Have been forced each other to bid adieu
And are compelled to live apart
Harboring passion in their heart
They probably will value your song
Just to ease pangs and patience to prolong

Copyright ©2006 Nandlal Kanjibhai Pancholi

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