The sky pales
against the curtains of my window,
dull screech of traffic
from the street,
and a hoarse voice
of an untamed crow
from the sky.
and then,
among those who are familiar
to the ear,
a low whistle,
loud, clear and beautiful.
Lifting its head
after nearly a year.
Filling the cities
filling the valleys,
it traverses
the entire island,
the whole of the tropics.
The first koel,
the first...
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