Sleep My Son My Ess U En- A Mother Sings A Lullaby. Poem by Lajpat Chawla

Sleep my son my ess u en,
The ghost of dusk is on round.
Like sailor’s oars, she blows and pours,
The smoke with a sound.
Let me wink, let roses pink,
Come and caress you on head.
Let me kiss your cheeks my prince,
Let me shift you to my bed.
Let me close curtains and the doors,
Child- lifters are around.
Sleep my son my ess u en,
The ghost of dusk is on round.
Like sailor’s oars she blows and pours,
The smoke with a sound.
Let me beseech goddess of sleep.
To enter your tiny eyes.
Let me pray to angels grey,
To silence the thundering skies
Your papa is sailing back today,
With his crew home bound.
Sleep my son my ess u en,
The ghost of dusk is on round.
Like sailor’s oars she blows and pours,
The smoke with a sound.
The day shall come when you my Hun,
Will wed a sweetie lass.
Promise me you won’t leave us,
Won’t break us like a glass.
Let me knit you on crochet,
A cardigan with neck round
Sleep my son my ess u en,
The ghost of dusk is on round.
Like sailor’s oars she blows and pours,
The smoke with a sound.