Meenas PoemsIt is pleasant
the day is warm
with the shine decent
causing no harm
the breeze cheerful
passing through lively
the birds fly about
and the men move spiritedly
with the night comes darkness
and there arises a silence
with the owls hooting in the stillness
the day ends up with little reference.
The night was dark and silent.
There was no noise high or low
The owl was hooting like a tyrant.
The flying bats caused a terrific blow.
Perched on the window sill the dove was quiet.
Any untoward move would bring danger.
It kept to itself in the cloudless night
perceiving a serious risk from the stranger.
The night grew darker still.
The hooting became unbeatable till
a fearful wind came with a force
disturbing the owl to take a course.
The owl made its way to a far off place
The bats halted their frantic pace.
The lonely dove then rested in peace. 
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