Mother: A Soft-hearted Lady

The beauty of morning shines again.

No one could predict how it may rain.

I smile when she laps me with glad.

I wonder how she makes me sit on the slab.

No stress! No fear! She likes in me.

With the passing of time, her everything I can be.

Safety! Happiness! She doesn’t take both in light.

My mom dreams to make my future bright.

Alas! She worries more than I suffer a big blow.

Her soppy love and care are not a pump and show.

However sadness takes place in me with blame.

She gets hurt as if anyone did against her fame.

Unbelievable! She doesn’t rely on any hears.

Till she makes it sure how I get fears.

Her thinking changes with the bloom of my youth.

I’m started getting taught to accept the truth.

Yuck! People sometimes gawk me in doubt.

Fight! How she makes the matter out.

Bravely she trusts her judgments, after all.

Standing with me, in my every fall.

She has no problem with what I wear.

Never ever she can see me in tear.

She smiles on my every step I dance.

She is ready to bestow her love, in advance.