The night with its dark visited
And luminous insects flickered
With a glow of frail smiles
Crickets chirped
Night owls hoot sinister sings
And a dark cloud enveloped the palpable night.
I am scared to my marrow
The trees I saw in the daytime
And the houses and the tracts
Become a ghostly mound.
A powerless corpse laid on a shroud
And this is where my fertilized fear grew
The owl that I watched
Preying on a mouse
At night has become a fearful fiend
And the crickets that we roasted
For meals in the farm have turned
Their song into a dreary sound
Night, just that the sun
Is hiding away from us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice portayal of the difference in the way we perceive objects during day & night good one