"Night&Quot; Poem by amir khan

The sound was striking to my ears
All the flying birds in the air
Were crying and advising me
Oh! The son of Adam, hear

We are going back to our nests
To get shelter in the storm of darkness, to take rest
All the day we were enjoying and were getting bore
Now to get asleep, night is the best

I had no answer to all this
What I will do in the night
I know the previous night was like this
I know to flow tears and to blow the darkness in the night