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

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  “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