A Night Owl

A night owl is there,

Sitting like a sadhu,

It stares at a far-away place,

By piercing darkness and dew!


The owl thinks deeply about time,

About its significance on earth,

If it could know the answer,

It would definitely flutter with mirth!


Before the owl’s eyes, the darkness diminishes,


Another futile night it lazily witnesses!

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