The Night Disappears.

Night slowly disappears
The home grown cock awakes
And sings a song of prayer
A little more sound it makes
Here the night plays well
It disappears hearing the voice
Of birds comes and sings near
When the night goes in speed
It offers to its own return
And tells me to awake and see
The things of beauty a good morning.

by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

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..tells me to awake and see The things of beauty a good morning-nice imagination!