There lived a cuckoo in a distant land,
She used to sing Good Morning songs
To her amused listeners off and on.
Only for herself, she sang at midnight,
And sometimes through the night,
In the dark alone, companions gone!
Her voice was sweet and melodious,
Angels, birds and butterflies
Stopped by to listen to her songs.
Her notes were a message of love,
Love that transcended ethereally
The distant shores, lands and valleys.
Dhaka
07 July 2015
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