In the laps of my mother,
i am trying to sleep, ,
and her soft sweet song,
took me in the world of dreamz, ,
in the world of fairies,
every time when i go, ,
i play with them,
and enjoy in the snow, ,
i fly aeroplanes,
a pilot of young age, ,
and i go round the world,
and have a lot of fun, ,
slowly, slowly the scene vanishes,
i come back in the world, so cunning, ,
after getting up, i pray to GOD,
and wish my mom GOOD MORNING
himanshu saxena....
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