There’s something reassuring about the koel crooning koo-oo
Her primitive cry heralds spring, reawakens old, welcomes the new
Just when all around is despondency, gloom of the virus flu
There she sings, resplendent with hope! Defying the mood blue
This pause, to deliberate your wanton excess was long overdue
Were you waiting for apocalyptic prophecies to come true?
Gather your wits, rein in desires, figure out priorities few
Wait with purpose, persevere in faith for the lock to unscrew
Have you ever tried echoing her calls while she plays peek-a-boo?
Hear her crescendo rise, I wait all winter for this tryst with yo