Pijush Biswas

Gold Star - 16,212 Points (12 July,1988 / Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India)

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.



11/01/2015

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Topic(s) of this poem: song


Comments about Cradle Song by Pijush Biswas

  • (11/26/2015 4:47:00 PM)


    a baby cries and the lullaby brings the milk delightful cradle song we all started like this.thanks for this...regards (Report) Reply

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  • Vivek Mishra (11/6/2015 12:42:00 PM)


    Thank you for inviting me to read this poem, innovative approach to lullaby, very refreshing :) (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (11/3/2015 3:07:00 AM)


    Putting a baby to sleep with a sweet lullaby is equally enjoyable to the mother and the baby! Enjoyed your poem Pijush! (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/2/2015 12:34:00 PM)


    'His long worry'; but there is hope in life. Nice work. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (11/2/2015 9:02:00 AM)


    Wow! ! What a beautiful drop! ! Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Rahman Henry (11/2/2015 8:33:00 AM)


    A lovely poem indeed. Thaks to share. (Report) Reply

  • Mantu Mahakul (11/1/2015 12:31:00 PM)


    Having honesty in mankind is wonderful and this is really very amazing poem composed and shared...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, November 2, 2015


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