Midsummer trill

Koel 1

The cuckoo is sad

as the barren earth scorches

When will there be rain

He blows his lungs from tree tops

to propitiate the  Gods

Let the green return

His high pitched song throngs the sky

Plaintive and broken

An unsparing sun hammers

the atmosphere draped in dust

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