Suman Kumar Das


Cuckoo - Poem by Suman Kumar Das

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

  • Rookie - 321 Points 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! (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,245 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (11/6/2013 2:03:00 AM)

    we all wish, poet, for eternal Spring!
    loved this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 175 Points Vizard Dhawan (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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