Cradle Song - Poem by Pijush Biswas
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.
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