The Song of Bangle Seller

The Song of bangle seller He sings in all nights to his crying son to sleep with smile and to forget his mother Though he is a poor bangle seller his poem will be too high and luxury There he compares his son as a prince of his empire and he leaves his son with the angles to take care Many plates of royal food will be waiting for him but his prince Plays with them to his fun His princess will be from that heaven and She will bring moon and stars as her gift to that life River from the Himalayas will come to wash his palace and his dishes Rain will shower milk to their bath and Clouds will come to wipe his wet Breeze will serve as his maiden to blow air There his son will smile as Prince of the world Sun will come and raise him from the bed and Larks will play wakening notes to his wake up There he stops his poem and goes to have his own meal from his broken pot He saw his sleeping son from that corner and Pleasingly went to his bed with peace