Why Lovers Sing Poem by V P Mahur

A cuckoo
Living alone alien
In a tree in a marine
Ones had to leave
Derive by severe famine
At length
She saw an orchard
Full of greenery
And beautiful scenery
She perched into a tree
Found it suitable and free
Decided to stay there
Until the season is fair
But soon she happened to see
Another cuckoo
In a nearby tree
It was the first time
That she saw a bird
Of her own kind
She felt a sensation inside
And a musical note
Of soft and kind
She was surprised
To hear her
Own strange voice
First time without a choice
She felt
She could sing
Since that day
She sings sweet loving tone
And every loving heart
In the world
Has music of his own
Every loving heart
Sings within
With sweet loving din