Why you crying, O' my little child
Rose bloomed is yours, sure not wild
Sparrows chirping lovely, is for you
Stars twinkling for you, is not new.
Don't cry, little child, O' my love
Bird praying for you, is a dove
The honey drinking beauty, is a butterfly
Will dance for you, in a wonder sky
Stop your crying, O' my dear
It's time for singing, and dropp all fear
Mom watching at you, is a star
Between those angels, not so far
So, stop crying, child, O' my love
And start smiling at Mom, my lost love.
great. love it. great descriptive words. reminds me of me at a little child...beautiful and wrote exquistely
Here you crooning a lullaby.........excellent poem........I like this sweetness...10+++
Such a sweet lullaby....every parent can relate to this poem....great poem and i like it my friend.
Quiet touching! ! ! very nice read! ! seems you have put your heart out
Wow, what a pleasure to read this poem. Wonderful wisdom embedded in beautiful verses
Calming soothing and i am enjoying each wording....a golden heart touch the ones with softest as you can.. The love such a pure for a lil...what a nice thing to share with us here...keep writing..10! _Unwritten Soul
The entire world and creation belong to child. they are the future. very nice.
wow........ so touchy when i came to the end part....... superb poem.....
Such sadness with a touch of tender caring. That was beautiful, Binish. My congratulations on, yet another wonderfully done poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the alter ego of you which is spoken out as a child...and the child stop crying...it is (he is) not alone...the whole nature is with himmm....a very nice poem...i like it..enjoyed tooooo, , , , , see my other poems too