Cuckoo

Cuckoo is one of my old childhood friends, 

And I always had been different from other kids, 

In the rainy season, I used to make two rounds.

Every day, beneath the willow trees with other guys.

As I grew older, I forgot life's many noteworthy things, 

But not those happy moments

with the Cuckoo 

His voice is first harmonic and worth the heeding.

Refreshing old memories truly makes us new.

And still today, whenever he sings at gracious dawn, 

My heart leaps up with joy and 

I don't delay, 

To leave out the bed and join his famous song.

It's his uniqueness that greets us at first light

And simultaneously when the tempter misleds us 

With his fantasies and delusions, the worst type

© Poet Affaq