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.
बंजर मन और बंजर जिंदगी को क्या कभी कोई बारिश छू कर हरा-भरा कर सकेगी?
“kya kahega kabhi milne bhi agar ayega wo
ab wafadari ki qasme to nhi khayega wo…”
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
…Then practice losing farther, losing faster
“Received a gift from my dear, the weight of sorrow, a heavy burden to bear
I’m being crushed, I wonder if I’m cursed…”
…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…
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ” ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!”
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep…