In that blessed fire, from the heavens above
Why we burnt our hearts, in the kiln of love?
To see thru past, true shades of blue
How that song would last, when the cuckoos won’t coo…?
Would be mirror of us, this saturnine sky!
A truth which was, now a blinding lie
Won’t the bow of rain, spare the hues, to strew
What’ll pain explain, when the cuckoos don’t coo…?
Would the sun not quench, in the sanctum of sea
And the sum of furies, drown down silently!
To kiss the moon, won’t the partridge yearn too?
Won’t all realms swoon, when the cuckoos won’t coo…?
Love’s funeral in souls, and requiem on lips
See the star of our love, buried in eclipse
Linger trails of treads, hearts go out to
For me and you, the cuckoos won’t coo…?
© 2016 Vikas Chandra
These days cuckoos rarely coo
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those first two lines!
as are the rest of the lines of course….but wow those first two are just so good.
(also thank you so much for all the love on my page)
You are just too kind to me
You inspire me
I love your penchant for naked truth….without drapery of false pretensions
You are a wonderful person and a beautiful mind
You deserve all my love and respect
God(if He exists somewhere) bless you!