A cuckoo melodiously sang
For many years long
In anticipation of her dear king
The most beautiful seasonal spring
The song was so sweet and great
That it was heard all over the world
The world sympathized with the cuckoo
To console her they stood in a queue
The bird waited for the king
She expected a wedding ring
But he went to another land
Which he thought more grand
The cuckoo was shocked
Her voice was choked
How long will she stop the song?
It was not at all her wrong
She sang a different song
The people would throng
They blessed she would live long!
Her divine song she would prolong
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Author:
JVL NARASIMHA RAO (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
Wow. It is very interesting....I enjoyed it. Sorry that he would not have his doting sweetheart, thankful she did not live unappreciated......Rereading it, was her king the spring itself? If so, did she live in a perpetual winter thereafter? You've written a fascinating mystery to consider....for it all seems to allude to something deeper.
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