A perfect synonym of god,
Resting earth in plenty,
Sometime getting the gold,
Rest of the time treated filthy.
Having a heart comprising of 1000 skies,
With love twinkling like stars,
Immense bearance for pain,
Forgetting the count of unhealable scars.
Doing things for us yet keeping mum,
Trying to give things as such,
The heavenly angels are nothing in front,
She fought the battle for us in every crunch.
She did everything even “impossible” as stated,
Yet continuing like a flowing river,
We had thousands of days in our life,
Experience her warmth in our worst shivers.
Shaping up our future at the cost of her present,
Tear flowing down more on our happiness than her sadness,
A perfect synonym of our shadow,
With a refreshing smile, every second, to harness.
I salute her immaculateness,
And maiden love which feels like feather,
The reiteration of love and affection,
I”ll describe her in one word --- “My lovely Mother”