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A POEM : The cuckoo's call
25th March 1999 G.S.Banerjee @cal.vsnl.net.in
Dear members of Lyris, I am thankful for this oppurtunity to interact. Here is a poem which I composed recently in this polluted city: I would love to have your feedback. THE CUCKOO'S CALL All night long the zooming trucks Carrying loads of human greed Ploughing the silence of the night Tossing and turning my sleep. At first a low unusual treble Gnawing at a deadened ear Tugging at my mind's closed portals What's that piercing sound I hear? Where I am...in a leafy nook Beside a crystal-clear stream Playing into my insensitive ears A prelude to the exploding sun beam. There's unlimited joy in the song >From a heart that's full of pleasure Heralding the end of winter nights It's time for play and laughter. I sadly recall the days gone by The troubled times spreading gloom The spirited sound breaks through the smog Closed minds begin to bloom. The furious pace of the world today Hurtling headlong toward doom The cuckoo's call a timely reminder There are better times coming soon. End Regards, Gautam S Banerjee
