Sleep Tight,

Little Child

Sleep Tight, Little Child

For the world’s full of sorrows,
and betrayal and forgery.
And while it looks pretty
In the daylight,
The night is very rough.
And so, sleep tight.

Sleep tight, Little Child,

So you may wake up in the morning.
With birds chirping,
And the sweet smell of dawn
Wafting through the windows,
encouraging you, to go on.
And so, Sleep Tight.
Feel the Joy of your days,
Of your childhood and your Innocense,
Ignorant to this world,
And it’s sorrows and betrayals.
For the day is not afar,
When the Innocense is dead,
The childhood gone,
And the sorrows of the world.
remaining all that you’ve ever known.

And then you may acknowledge,

The darkness of the day,
The imperfect perfections of the day,
And then you may miss such nights,
And then you will miss such nights,
When I would tuck you in and tell you,
Sleep Tight, Little Child
And so, Sleep Tight
Manya Saxena
IX ‘B’