Walking down the road in the midst of night

Walking down the road in the midst of night,
One could see the scene with the half-moon's light.
Crescent was on its peak, and the clouds were raging,
Dashing with one another, a war they were waging.

Dogs that barked, and the wolves that cried,
Ran through the paths of the day's busy town.
There was also presence of the bird of the night,
Who shrieked and cried, flying up and down.

Walking down the road in the midst of night,
One could see this beautiful nocturnal kingdom.
No car on the road, in the sky no flight
To disturb them from this freedom.

The dark mongrel who roamed on the day,
And dined on the left-over food by people,
Did sit on the raised ground on the way
Just like a king, making a cat's hair ripple.

Walking down the road in the midst of night,
One could see the poor cat bowing down.
She had sat on the place of the king mongrel,
And now, she's being punished to act as a clown.

The night-scene is really quiet and peaceful.
It has a beauty of its own.
Come out and enjoy it, if you get no slumber.
But remember, you must be alone.