"kuhuuuuuuuuuuuu" kuhuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Her voice is exactly same and true
I get out of window
I listen to her and try to follow
I am awakened at each morning
By her sweet voice and leaning
She is inside heavy bush
I come out and rush
For almost ten years or more
I have dreamed and adored
She has responded to in each move
I shall try not to prove
She makes me restless
But soon brings light on face
Her memory is so powerful
That I become resourceful
I feel my self with her
With smile and offer
She never relents at my praises
But smiles gently and teases
hasmukh amathalal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-black-cuckoo/
