You are currently viewing Nature Could Not Keep Her Cuckoo

Nature Could Not Keep Her Cuckoo

Nature could not keep her

She could see the enclosing night in the bird’s eyes,
A dark abyss where silence folded into echoes.
A realm where dusk whispered forgotten hymns,
And shadows lingered like memories that refused to fade.

Each call was a thudding waterfall,
Cascading through the hollows of her veins.
A voice not merely heard, but felt,
Resonating in the chambers of a heart too wild to be still.

The silhouette in her wind, breathing through her hair,
An unseen specter of longing and flight.
The untamed sigh of a world unshackled,
Brushing against her skin like a prophecy unspoken.

Wings cutting through the piercing cold breeze,
A rebellion was written in the air.
A dance between restraint and release,
Where every stroke carved freedom into the sky.

A grace. An elegance. A malicious fluidity,
Like water slipping through an unyielding grasp.
A thing not to be held but only felt,
For how does one own the river yet crave its endless flow?

How could the holy ground keep her devoted,
When her prayers were not whispered but soared?
When the earth kissed her feet yet could not anchor her soul,
And gravity was a mere suggestion to the wind.

For if nature could not keep her cuckoo,
Why should faith cage what was born for the infinite?

Oindrila Pal

Nature Could Not Keep Her: A Soul Born for the Infinite

Some spirits are too wild for the world, too fluid for form, too restless for roots. Nature could not keep her. The poem paints a woman who sees the night in a bird’s eyes—an omen, a glimpse of the boundless unknown. The bird’s call is not just sound; it echoes through her blood, awakening something primal and untamed.

She is the wind, the movement, the escape. The cold cannot restrain her, nor can the ground that once held her. Her essence flows freely, both elegant and rebellious, slipping through control like water evading capture.

“Nature could not keep her.” Not because she rejected it, but because she was meant to transcend it. Some souls exist beyond the land and sky, drawn to the eternal in-between—where longing, freedom, and destiny entwine.

Leave a Reply