A little baby is lying in a cradle,
She is making noises in a babble,
Her cries are calls a little feeble,
She mostly lets out a giggle.
The baby is like a dainty rose,
Tiny appears her fingers and toes,
Her face enlightens all those,
Her smile ensues a lovely glow.
Soon her eyes gently close,
She sucks her thumb in a doze,
As her charm increasingly grows,
Opening out to all an ecstatic source.
It is a pleasure to see her sleep,
Her light slumber is not deep,
She gets startled at a tiny beep,
Forcing a stealthy silence in a creep.
Peeping over the cradle for long,
Sends a tranquil vibration all along,
Sets the mind at peace not wrong,
Makes the heart sing a merry song.
It is a pleasure unexplainable,
It is a leisure unfathomable,
Oh!Is not my verse lovable?
Nay,it is the way the baby sleeps is enjoyable.