The poet goes cuckoo

Season of green mangoes and cuckoos singing for them. At the corner stands a proud mango tree heavy with young mangoes. This cuckoo guy suddenly becomes active shouting from the treetop for another cuckoo down the lane. Between them two they monopolize the morning space. When we were kids we shouted as though we were another cuckoo .And he responded quickly probably to pull our legs. He wanted to fool us into believing that he was taken in by our cuckoo calls. We cuckoo-called each other to the point of exhaustion .When we stopped the cuckoo stopped and after a minute he resumed the call to see if we were back to our little game.

We believe that when he shouts “cu-hoo!”, he is calling down rain. And when we hear him calling the monsoon we actually see the clouds forming. if you don’t believe this , watch out for the luminous ring around the moon .Trust me, the ring presages rain .

The naughty cuckoo

Then , one dark night,when we were fast asleep
The monsoon arrived with fierce wind and gale
Spoiling the children’s fun and promises of sweet fruit
We blame this entirely on our cuckoo friend
Who brought in premature rains this season
By persistent and persuasive musical supplications.

The poet goes cuckoo

nisheedhi

Bhopal, India

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