Being like Mom

She always loved

To be like Mom,

her replica 

In a miniature form.

She treasured her movements,

gestures and her charm,

for she always dreamt of

being like Mom.

She forgot to wear

her favourite gown,

that she was gifted

with a crown.

She wrapped herself

with sarees and salwars,

for she thought of getting power

to fight life's wars.

She could easily discriminate

between the right and the wrong,

But hardly she could notice

the eyes that were wrong.

The eyes that could gift her with

pain and disaster,

The eyes that could make

her vision dull and blur.

But the mother's virtuous heart

Could sense the evil eye

and could save her from peril

with a strident cry.

Those were the eyes

that she could not recognise

that could make her a victim

Of the irresolvable vice.

The gaze of those eyes

had but taught her a lesson,

that being like Mom

needs courage and perfection.

She learnt to wait for her time

and keep amending her form

for she always had a dream

Of being like Mom.