In future
Will hear a song a little away
So sweet and soothing,
So touching and smothering,
Making one to sway.
At present.
Hear a voice now,
So appealing and delicate,
So lovely and intricate,
Letting the head to bow
Long ago,
Heard a melody a while ago,
So enrapturing and binding,
So enchanting and fastening,
Melting the heart to glow.
Always.
It is always a mother’s song
Laden with ecstasy
Where the rhythmic fantasy,
Holds the throng.
Affection
The eyelids close
When the love engulfs
While the affinity entices
Rendering a sight of a rose.
Time immemorial
Hush little baby,
Hush do not cry,
As dad loves you,
And so do I
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