Love is not a kind of tie or knot
it is not detritus nor bagasse
not prison... is freedom, and space
Early dawn in rainy days,
your song warms us all.
But Crow once said from her nest,
O' cuckoo! You are cleverst of all;
I am upset by the games you play;
Lay your eggs in my nest,
and disappear at once,
with no sign of theft;
misdeed not ends here,
kills all my eggs when hatched;
Yet world loves you and says,
you are prettiest among of all;
Your sweetest tongue,
displays not what inside you are;
Does this imply sweet speakers,
sometimes poisonous inside?
With sweetest voice captivate,
For use then throw;
as bagasse is thrown after extracting juice;
You should be sweet not cunning inside,
Sweet tongue is slogan of world,
a lessson to all learn and behave...
O' cuckoo! song you sing is sweetest of all...
But not clean from inside...
© Sadashivan Nair