Created: April 14, 2016 | Updated: June 4, 2016
Genre : General
Language : English
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Midnight comes forth the harsh of their screaking
Moon is grinning in the midst of winked stars
In a path you are alone, keep walking
Trees on each corner will drown you to doubt
New born sobs, “Sob... sob…” Chill runs on your spine
Superstition is deceiving your mind
The sound retains harnessed the throb of your heart
And now frigidness is looming behind
“Hoot… hoot… hoot…” The sound is boosting your fright
Skin's hairs raise in this terrifying night
As the new born is kept on in crying
Instinct is doubtfully tracing the root
“Sob… sob… sob…” And slow rustle of bushes,
you find a child, thought says, This is madness!
Yet arms are shivering to tap its head
Silence smashes as you carry this poorish
And now those wrinkles retell you to rest
For them are heartless to face their madness
That I’m as a doctor as that poor child you'd saved
Until death, I carry on your kindness