Plethora Poem by Kishore Kumar Das
Plethora
In a sunny morning
the cuckoo's voice from a mango tree
made the atmosphere euphoric
the cuckoo singing non-stop
with overabundance of lilt
my ears getting allergic
but the cuckoo, unperturbed
music transformed into noise
but should I disturb the cuckoo?
sometimes one has to withstand
the carefree plethora of pleasantry
with a cheerful face
patience pays at last.
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