Midnight's Cuckoo

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The poem depicts how the scientific developments have affected all and sundry. The developments are something which we cannot ignore at all. We are the unfailing consumers. However, in this race of development we become so involved that we tend to orphan art and culture that are of real aesthetic values.
In this poem I confess how I have become detached with Romantic poetry; I grew up reading poetry of the likes of Keats and Wordsworth.

Submitted: July 09, 2012

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MIDNIGHT'S CUCKOO

The clock that is suspended there on the cold wall in my room reads 10 o'clock. It does not sing; who wants to get disturbed while snoring late at night? Pitiable is the street; it has hardly had a repose since lo..ng; it has to remain wide awake to serve the cars and the scooters, and to listen to the music of engines.

In the dim light, not of the moon and stars, but of the lamp I could see it lying on the table, unaffected but like a helpless orphan: ' An Anthology of Romantic Poetry'.

I walk towards it like a criminal on a mission to murder a monarch. I grab it; a short cortege leads it to a secluded nook.

As I resolve to surrender myself to a deep slumber, I can hear a cuckoo singing in the adjoining room where my mother lulls herself every night with a television at her service.

Naresh 7th July, 2012


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