Cradle Song Poem by Pijush Biswas
Cradle Song
His puppy doll may lose way
O Sun, feed it with thy ray
All are back to home, this eve
Know, Shyam will never leave
Nor he'll talk nor stray awhile.
Listen, there's an honest man
None but he, my dearest son
Winking milk's dear to him
O no more tears, no stream
Hope I, he'll soon be still.
Here fly a dazzling fairy
Ye, to disperse his long worry
I, his dear mother swear
He would be well fed, wear
As much as southern king did will.
11/01/2015
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a baby cries and the lullaby brings the milk delightful cradle song we all started like this.thanks for this...regards
Putting a baby to sleep with a sweet lullaby is equally enjoyable to the mother and the baby! Enjoyed your poem Pijush!
'His long worry'; but there is hope in life. Nice work. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Having honesty in mankind is wonderful and this is really very amazing poem composed and shared...10