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The black cuckoo sings and wakes me up here
At my mother’s home just at 4 AM
The sweet, mellow, enticing darkness of a new
morning
Holds my hands and pulls me up
Within half an hour I’m on the road to join
the morning walkers
Who religiously walk this unearthly hour
With a dream to shed a few kilos
My dream is to touch that round red shadow
that slowly rises
Over the Ganges giving it a saffron hue
My dream is to join the jingling coming from
the thicket
My dream is to feast my hungry eyes on the
dew laden blooms
And inhale their morning greetings deep
within my being
I am tasting a new me
A bursting of a seed that lay hidden for so
many years as it were
A new growth
That needs to be nurtured, valued
To slowly deep root, rise upwards
Then branch out
And not thrown away like a serious weed
Feigning the look of a plant
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