Singing to her baby
a lullaby they say
she sings not from prescribed verse
makes her own song spontaneously
loads them with her feelings
adds her love to the baby
tells how she brought him into the world
speaks of her pains and aches
how she finally gave birth to the little one
a lovely expression set to no musical tune
accompanied by no beat or rhythm
touches the heart of the listener
putting the babe to a sound sleep
the song, no lullaby, tells a lot
a different song with a distinctive tune
Tag: tune
to the tune of a song.
The sun mirthfully shone,
amidst the gleeful throng.
There was a mild sound,
which came along.
That expressed in a lovely tone,
an arrival of a new-born.
Crying in full throat,
the babe made the entry.
Alerting everyone with a short
sharp notes similar to a sentry.
Revitalising the surrounding
with a charming frenzy.
That brought out aloud,
the arrival of the new-born.
The anticipation turned out
to a passionate excitement.
The anxiety converted itself
into a delightful predicament.
There arose a tranquillity
embedded in peace and contentment.
That delivered in all serenity,
the arrival of the new-born.
up on the grassy lock,
up over a marshy block,
up at the strike of the clock,
amidst a happy flock,
there was a lovely slot.
A dainty entry from the hills,
with a sharp bill,
with a sapphire fill,
calling in a voice shrill,
made its way in a drill,
it was an enticing dance.
The colourful feathers spread grand,
opened up like a canopy on a land,
throwing out shiny elegance in a brand,
the dense feathers enchanted the band,
it appeared as an action of a magic wand,
It created a trance.
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The danseuse beckoned the gaiety of north,
it greeted the pleasantries of south,
it solicited the charm of west,
it bowed to the grace of the oriental east,
exhibiting a marvellous feat,
it was a concert best.
Hopping it went ahead,
jumping it trotted back,
elaborating it moved right,
accelerating it speeded left,
displaying a nimble footed treat,
it held everyone in toes.
Crooning goes round the peahen
singing tunes of love in tens,
kindling the peacock to dance in sevens,
enthralling the spectators to a rhapsodical events,
Good God! it was nothing but heavens,
it was a beautiful romance.
Round goes the wheel of fortune.
At times it whirls out of tune.
Overlapping all misfortunes.
Most times it falls short of tune.
Invigorating a sordid attune.
Fortune is temporarily tuned.
A blind dependence sets a discordant tune.
Creating a strain out of tune.
Releasing an unpleasant swoon.
Condemning a struggle all too s
To be blessed is a fortune.
Many do not fall into the tune.
Hard work never goes astray of the tune.
Sincerity ushers a lovely tune.
These indemnify a perfect tune.