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Ode to Koel
By JH Sayyar
1
My heart broods,, listening to you in foliage,
Sitting among the trees prophesying rain,
The poor’s foe, in vale, on the desert ridge,
Birds hide in nests, our all efforts in vain,
What shows your eyes, wings and a long tail?
Your plumage pale and green feather,
Body grey; white chest; a grey strong beak,
Thinking of your Koo reveals; a bird of vale,
You know not seasons; but in spring weather,
You sing in thick trees, hunters cannot you seek.
2
Tell me, why your eggs in the nest of a crow,
Crows bring up kids, you clever crows swindle,
But their issues come to you when they grow,
You the step mother of your race, you dwindle,
You produce the sound of Kic, Kic, and Kic,
You mock at the crow from the green trees,
You fly not in air, sit and sleep in her nest
Just eating and singing, I think, you are sick,
You sing near the arrival of monsoon breeze,
Neither you nurse your kids nor feed; you pest.
3
O Koel! A fine art; laying eggs in a crow-nest,
You work shirker like my Fair, sleep; your charm,
Sleep her life, false hopes put in the rest,
On the bed, invert sleeping makes blood warm
O Koel! Make your nest in my lawn tree, we, sing,
In spring, both will feel more summer heat,
You awake when hungry like my Swan’s sleep.
Come and see my Lady’s nails, and red ring,
Makes her cute like your sons, welcome your beat,
You look at the hunter among the trees you creep!
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