Cradle of Happiness

A soft toy of flesh and blood With a cute chubby face and two twinkling eyes A tiny bundle of world’s greatest treasure With pink rosy lips, wherein all sweetness lies. It’s laughter makes the whole world laugh It’s crying amuses some It won’t go to sleep peacefully Until a sweet lullaby you hum. With tiny hands it cries to clasp Everything within its reach and bound Throwing its tiny feet in air Making it’s surrounding a playground. Cradling it in her arms A woman feels the greatest happiness of all With quickness and concern She responds to its every call. It makes a woman complete and proud It makes a family’s joy wild It is God’s own form, for immortals Who else; but a new born child.