The forked lightning in anger
reaches out for the bird.
Its tongue of fire and flame
cannot fly farther
than his breadth of wings.
The bird carries a message of the col
to the sunbaked world
and pond's mosaic of mud and weed.
With two full moons under his wings
the cuckoo wraps the harshness of the sun
in threads and knots of the rain song.
the hordes of clouds
advance against the defenceless sky
as this winged burglar conquers the landscape
with a full-throated cry.
The cuckoo flies with his forecast of rain
blaring from the branches of trees
like a weather winged satellite.
--- Man Mohan Singh
Man Mohan Singh in the current state of India is just like the monsoon bird, he is sounding the soothing song of youth, efficiency and development to the development parched (because of recession) India.
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