From groves of spice,

O’er fields of rice,

Athwart the lotus - stream,

I bring for you,

A glint with dew

A little lovely dream.

Sweet, shut your eyes,

The wild fire - flies

Dance through the fairy neem;

From the poppy - bole

For you I stole

A little lovely dream.

Dear eyes, good - night,

In golden light

The stars around you gleam;

On you I press

With soft caress

A little lovely dream.

A poem by Sarojini Naidu

Akshaya & DARLINGS

Newborn SESSION