The Cuckoo and the Boat

The Cuckoo and the boat

Crumble circumstances of monsoon

Harshness of wicked thundering time

Shredding the feathers of dream of togetherness

Two cuckoo flew away

Worn out with the drop of monsoon's rain

Became as lonely as shepherd

Flew over a far deserted grassland

Deceived by the pleasant breeze of autumn

Overburdened by vast distances

Two unspoken young minds

One up in the delusive sky;flying high

Other down on a boat on a adventurous stream

Protraying unanswered and undiscovered uncertainity and truth

Strange but beautiful and pure soul yet

Down here on a uneven brook

It has been a difficult voyage

Drifting on a harborless;shelterless boat

All the possibility

All the capability

Lost on a loop of suffocating Monsoon's cycle

Encircled by the wake of flithy vulture

The only thing that can lead us out

Through uneven brook is the vision

Vision of what we are

What we could be

What is there at the end

Behind the beautiful warm autumn tomorrow

Lies a laborious busy summer

Thrashed by harsh monsoon & merciless vulture

At the end of monsoon

bird will again sing a song of summer's rain

People will tell a tale about monsoon voyage

But will cuckoo return to empty nest

When ocean will sing a song about summer's rain

Or will it be just another story where both flew away on a delusive sky unanswered with love and suffering ?

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