Evening Hours Poem by Lopamudra Mishra

Often during evening,
My heart longs for cuckoo ‘s melody in the morning,
The sweetness of its voice is enthralling,
Captivates every earthly belongings,
Those who were in slumber,
The cuckoo ‘s voice were of no meaning,
They loose the charm, which is very delighting,
The hot blooded supple youth forgets that autumn is demanding,
After the spring, the winter will be happening,
If we waste our time in sleeping,
Then will we not miss the melody of cuckoo's song from our surrounding?