The Night My Friend.

Night comes as a friend
Night brings me friendly dreams
Night always tries to me to sleep
It never allows to select the dreams
The night in its choice gives the dream
Sometimes good sometimes bad and fearful
Night is an inseparable companion
Never I complain the friend when comes
When sun disappears with its light
Night appears as a friend to remember me
Take rest for hours here and see the dreams
As in the movie house picture shows.

by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

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