It Is Night. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

It is the night that brings the darkness
Every one likes to fall asleep
Where they can hope for dreams
The unaccomplished wishes of life
Night when mind drags to somewhere
Unwillingly it flies to unknown space
Where the mind still semi awake on dreams
The characters that disappear in slight movement
It is night that brings frightening dreams
When every one likes to sleep roaring sounds
Somewhere the people falls to fearful sound
Though it is the moment to sleep in calm
The people wandering for a space to sleep
It is the cruel world unduly punishes
The innocent humans thrown to pavements
Where night brings them frightening experience
The roaring sounds of jackal they hears
Still night goes and day brings light
The only hope we can be contented with.