Sonnet 4

Born was a baby, blessed with a boon
Bestowed ‘pon her by empyrean powers,
From birth tied alike to both sun and moon,
Her bed bestrewn with feathers and flowers;
Watched over by Time who chose to stand still,
Joined duly by the God of dreamless peace,
Thrives she further ‘pon the Pixies’ goodwill –
Who take all her cares and troubles on lease;
Any which being, divine or otherwise,
That dared disturbed her shall go asunder,
Needless to say, lies welfare of the wise
In steering clear of the dormant thunder;
Freed of time and dream, for lifetime to keep,
She’s got a boon – that of a baby’s sleep.

©Asiman Panda 2017