This poem is a sad and beautiful expression of a cuckoo’s grief over losing its beloved. The cuckoo sings of its pain and loneliness, and finds comfort in the night, the moon, and the stars. The poem uses vivid imagery and metaphors to convey the cuckoo’s emotions and journey.
Dear father, How does this strength dwell in you! The nights you remain awake with hands lifted up
In prayers, you keep on asking for our well being
For how long will you ignore your own self?…
“…Be beautiful in your actions, lovely in your deeds…”
“In the deep folds of my heart, there lingers a poet.
The lyrics, who writes, in painful aches…
…See, today i had purchased the tinsels of silver
that you loved to bedeck your dupatta with.
Your big smile i have tucked inside the piggy bank with
A heap of undelivered letters, some inscribed paintings…
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