Cradle
Cradle
Want to run,
And have fun.
Want to earn,
Eat my bun.
They say life is a race,
I am ready to face.
Want to indulge in struggles,
Want to mingle and juggle.
But now, dreaming in the cradle,
Which is kept in the corner, near tea table.
Want to run,
And have fun.
Want to earn,
Eat my bun.
They say life is a race,
I am ready to face.
Want to indulge in struggles,
Want to mingle and juggle.
But now, dreaming in the cradle,
Which is kept in the corner, near tea table.