Her Best Color

Cuckoo is hell bent to bring Untimely spring As she is engulfed in love I refuse to believe The flowers might have appealed The fear might have been repelled The nature might have well spelled She has now well planned I find sweet melody Unusual then felt previously She has eagerness to sing more I too write more, therefore She is in her best color With different tune to offer I am mesmerized at her real feeling I feel bad if someone catches her for killing She is dear And I always want to hear Her voice with enthusiasm As I am real lover of her charm