Night comes tiptoeing
Draped in a dark shroud
Silence falls thick across
The lands screaming aloud
Cool wind flowing soft
Touching top of the trees
It gives solace to the souls
When over the huts it tarries
Night disappears when
Streaks of light fall upon
Chain of undulated hills in
The east with rising of the sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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