this evening ,it seems , that the sun is very unwilling to commence its fast descent and stays put in the slopes of the western sky,probably charmed by the fanning of the very brisk winds and the inimitable cajoling 'ccoooo's of the cuckoo birds

o cuckoo bird , who has inserted so snugly a so powerful flute inside your throat that you stir the whole evening calmness into a mood of a longing love ?

why the doves never opt a perch on trees but ever prefer the housetops only ?

the crows ,unbearable of the peak summer heat ,select window doors and water and sewerage pipelines for their perch and spoil the places with their pasty droppings.

---s.chandra kalaadhar /22.05.2012 /tuesday