Deep in the meadows
In the trees of silk
There was a little cottage
Facing the clouds of milk.
In that very cottage lay
A pretty little girl
Deep in her delicious slumber
Tossed in her rosy curls.
Tossed in her curls
She waits for her prince to come
To embellish her beauty
And bless her for the years to come.
An there in the moonlight
She lay blissfully asleep
Tossed in her curls
She beholds her prince in her dreams.
And there in the faded cottage
From night to morn
Tossed in her curls
Is a fairy tale yet to be born.
An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poetry. Write to him at pravinkumar2788@gmail.com to know more about him.