It seems cuckoo returned this time
For mango festival a little too early.
Its calls coaxed rains to drop silver
Under an Ashoka tree in fruit fall
Recent yellow and ripe gray fruits,
Proving television weather wrong.
Raindrops fall upon parasite brood
Now a black crow’s responsibility
The black crow would raise chicks
From its monsoon indiscretions.
But koel’s mango song is so sweet
Around stones tongues lick clean
That wagging tongues skip morals
And forgive lack of responsibility.