Sleep My Little One!

The western side is tangy as the Sun has bid its Good Bye
Stars are peeping out and spangling across the Sky
Tweets are fading, the birds have gone back to their nests
And the fierce wind has calmed down against the dusk’s chest

Little feet that have run around a lot on mud and dust
Little arms that have swayed with vigor and zest now need rest
A glistening pair of little eyes is somnolent
Doze off my li’l beauty in your love engulfed tent

May you dream of tiny angels in fairy land
who get you amazed and mesmerized by a stoke of their wand
Where soothing music will pamper you and where butterflies will kiss your cheek
And countless fireflies will illuminate that world in the light streak

Sleep my pretty princess, sleep safe and sound
Papa will come and kiss your forehead and bless you abound
Sleep till the sun paints the eastern sky tangy and brightens the lawns
And till the wind lies asleep in the arms on the dawn!!

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ammu sachariah
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A good read .Keep writing.

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