Nature Could Not Keep Her Cuckoo
Beautiful Poetry by Oindrila Pal. “Nature Could Not Keep Her Cuckoo”
She could see the enclosing night in the birds eyes
Whose every call was the thudding waterfall, heard inside the blood
The silhouette in her wind breathing through her hair
Wings cutting through the piercing cold breeze
A grace Elegance Malicious fluidity of fluid to grip the way hand needs her to
How could the holy ground keep her devoted
When the nature couldn’t keep her cuckoo