The Koel and The Crow— % &

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Fluttering monarchs,
Distant hum of languid bees
Upon the blooming buds,
Koel's koo-Ooo greeting my ears,
Soft indentations
Of peacocks feet upon the
Rust-colored earth,
Air perfumed with the fragrance 
Of small, golden-yellow blooms
Of the Keekar tree,
And I...
A mute spectator
Watching in awe
As the miracles of nature unfold.

Pic credit @clicksbysiba

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You sing me three times a day
Though you stay away
somewhere on a tree,
on the opposite road,

But then you are everywhere,
everytime Koel !

I can hear you telling me something extraordinary.

The afternoons are too hot and humid.
The water drips from the handpump -
a goer poisonous machine.
The last man has gone far from this road
and Koel you must
stay away from this water.

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Sometimes ,
When I wake up to
the melodious alarm of
Koel's cooing.....
My day is lyrical .
That,
Is Nature's Magic .

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Urge :
The urban living
belated old age ,
sing in the voice of youth !
like the belated summer
allowed those koels !
some more time to sleuth !!

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Spring, the season of romance,
Of tender tiny green leaves,
The branches full of pink blossoms
The pink roses, creeping over the walls, fragrance wafting all over.
The koel coos, in the mango tree laden with tiny blossoms.
The jasmine not to be out done,
blooms in full glory,a heady scent
assailing our senses.
The colours of the season splashing our souls with love,
I inhale the fresh air of romance,
my heart dancing with joy.
Spring is the season of Love.
Cupid strikes his arrow to all lovers.
Dance in ecstasy of Love and togetherness.

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Every morning, I wake up jovial
With the melodious song of bird koel
She sings tunes sitting at my window pane
May be wishes for my day to go sane
Or does she curse me from her heart
For my hut stands right on her home which is now cut

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Oh koel thy in voice I lost
My ev'ry inch of dry land heart
Like happy raining land
With voice of thy beauty beat

How breast of thy is made
With filled soothing ceasing song
I envy more with thy singing art
No being hath beauty artistry such

Thousand vocals of man below
Of thou, no compete blazing sound thou

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