The Kingfisher Calling Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

It's a fine morning
And cloudy too,
The kingfisher perched on a tree branch
Adjacent to the pond
Is calling continuously,
Singing the song of the cloudy weather
And the monsoon to drizzzle
And the rains will splash over
And it will be easy to catch fish.

The kingfisher perched on a bough of a tree
Adjacent to the pond,
Marking the ruffle of the wind
And the monsoon to burst upon
And singing the song
With the fishermen
As for a big catch.