Night after Night
Night after night, it is the
Owl screeching, that disturbs
me when my keyboard is vibrant
with tapping alphabets,
the traffic on the road is undulating
just as the heroes ranting in the
nearby clustered cinema theatre,
the gay and gaiety hand in hand
in colorful attire soon to be doffed,
for the weltering after revelry,
even Prudery yields to fetish countenance.
owl shifts its nearby abode,
what if the good news of childbirths
every second or be it childlifing,
or numerous rotten , carcass burning,
night after fight , the owl is the same.
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