Mottled wood owl,
What are you doing
At Khariar?
I thanked Ashutosh
Caught you there.
Awesome really,
Oh bird, take care,
Truth is with you,
My pleasure to note.
I realise so sweet
Nature' product
In you, at night
You improve.
I realise global peace
At night you preach.
Like all one in sorrows,
Sound harsh, though.
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