When everyone fall asleep
The snoring sounds I hear
Sits near by the homes
In small branches of trees on my own
My eyes glimpse, ears clear
I can see things in its own ways
My sound you fears, still I sings
The songs you sometimes neglects
Or feared or use to fear the little ones
It is my own concern and safety
That I prefer the nights to sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem