My nostalgic bird you are famous as a parasite
laying eggs in others nests.
But I love your rare song specially sings in April
during our new year season.
You don't forget to call us singing on top of a mango tree.
It's already March now and April crawls with your song.
Here I am in a sea port and very far from my native soil.
Only I hear the scream of sea gulls.

nimal dunuhinga

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