It beated louder like
There were speakers around four valves of heart
Celebrating festival of cart
When we stood other side of the dike
A lady, whose arms turned into gold
Handed over two and a half kg treasure
Faces were decorated with pleasure
Arms were warming up to hold
Become a singer in the form of lullaby
For hours the cradle is being swung
Which resulted him stretching out his tongue
laughing and to pee on me does standby
Lot of tricks are being unlocked to make him sleep
Rattles are tired as he continues to weep...
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