Owl

I see at night
do not see during the day

After dinner a spell of sound sleep
Then my ribs chat with
the shards of the bed

The unseen faces of day
come wafting one by one

In bed I toss and turn
and do not get sleep
always

In all twelve months I hoot
in more than a dozen voices

Someone says it brings happiness
Someone else says it brings sorrow

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   Guna Moran
   Tr.© Nirendra Nath Thakuria

Bio : Guna Moran is an international poet and book reviewer. His poems are published in more than 150 international magazines,journals,webzines,blogs, newspapers, anthologies and have been translated into thirty languages around the world. He has three poetry books to his credit.He lives in Assam,India.