Sleep,
sleep my flower!
My
dear golden angel
All
through the day
You
toil to take care of the elderly
As Mother Teressa of your family
As Mother Teressa of your family
Forgetting
to take care of your own knee pain
Now
sleep, sleep my flower
To
rest your body, aching limbs
Times
will change
All
your sufferings will melt away
Now
let the bed caress you like a peacock feather
Taking
all the pains away
Let
sweet dreams sing lullaby to you
To
sleep cozy and sound
-Mohan
Sanjeevan
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