In My Cradle Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

In the lovely spring season,
I am swinging
In my wonderful cradle
With great peace and happiness,
There is no trace of fear and anxiety,
I swing and swing spontaneously
From known to unknown realm,
Gradually I meet different creatures
Of different spheres
And learn many important things about them
With great skill and efficiency,
But then suddenly it happens,
I see my glorious cradle is broken
By a violent wind,
The dark devil cruelly laughs at me,
What a fool he is!
He does not know
Even in the broken cradle I can easily swing
With true ease and delight.