Poetry

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‘Cuckoo cuckoo’ she sings
As her youth grew wings
“Let me see what life brings”
When thoughts such as this rings
Mother’s advice were bee stings

When irritation flared, she flings
Whatever appears on her way as things
Doubtless, bird knows their fledglings
Does a mother her daughter’s feelings
She dived into the world with dealings

Caring not for her mother’s yearnings
Promising to fetch good tidings
She fled bothered about earnings
With boyfriends engaged in dating
She forgot her mother’s pleadings

In swim suit began swimming
Drinking pleasures the world was offering
As years in numbers kept increasing
Money in purse started depleting
Crafty boyfriends began drifting

When her flesh started stinking
Intimate friends were also distancing
Loneliness her soul started killing
She decided, “I’ll go back journeying
To feel my mother’s embracing.

Advice by no means was enchanting
Yet experience felt is electrifying.”
She entered the garden gate opening
Peeping inside while tip-toeing
A feeble voice was heard calling

“Come in! Jane my darling”
This widow eagerly kept anticipating
Through a window her daughter’s returning
Re-union was emotion packed with rejoicing
Marking an end to a mother’s waiting

Mother’s love a balm so soothing
Miracle! Gradually her skin became shining
Cuckoo cuckoo now she sings
Carries moral lessons her guitar strings
Broken then, has grown beautiful wings
Life has dawned promising good things.

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