Scarcity of words I found when my nous hit by a thought, Mother is the Pearl which the verdict brought!
Ticking of my clock was telling me, “You would run out of time”, If I would try to describe procreate of mine!
Bundles of chocolates I got in the flashback, Few were lacking cocoa, few enriched & some were perfect!
I was first born in my Mother’s womb, Where I was happy without any gloom!
Nine months passed, I got matured, She faced the pain while I was adored!
Upbringing was mine & she became child, Handled me placidly whenever I played wild!
Every vendor of my street was kind of fascinating to me, But her eyes knew well what to buy while order others to flee!
Intrusion of neighbors, she never liked in my case, Always advised me, “Touch your heights but not to forget your base!”
She gave me liberty & never let me do chores, But she didn’t ruin me, which grew love for her in my pores!
Love, care & happiness I learned as the synonyms of Mother, As she remained same for me, my sis & for my brother!
Her only longing was to see us alright; She was the thread if family was the kite!
Revulsion I never saw in her dealings, Whatever be the situation, sturdy were the feelings!
Many times, we wondered how things would be done, Then she always had something in her secret bun!
Marvellous is the creation, which can’t be scan, I can only describe her as the throb of a clan.
"TIARA"