Suman Kumar Das


Cuckoo - Poem by Suman Kumar Das

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May every morn be spring morn!
Coos the cuckoo at every dawn.
Yon, smell of young mango buds,
Blowing from green woods.
On the terrace corner,
A thrilling voice starts to murmur,
Awaking me from deep slumber.

I know not its theme,
Nor I know rhythm.
Still, how sweet strain!
With total ignorance of pain.
Soars she gaily in the sky,
Seldom appears in shy.
Shall I hear till I die!


Comments about Cuckoo by Suman Kumar Das

  • Poetheart Morgan (11/6/2013 12:19:00 PM)


    I'm hanging on a tree
    hearing the cuckoo sings
    no pain, no suffer
    just pleasure in such beauty song!
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  • (11/6/2013 2:03:00 AM)


    we all wish, poet, for eternal Spring!
    loved this poem.
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  • Vishal Sharma (11/5/2013 9:59:00 AM)


    lovely poem with great words and memorable lines (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 6, 2013


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