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