Mother-A Treasure

Made of love she always cares

Not about her but for others,

Her skin is the sensation of ice in summer,

Which melts whenever she is the singe 

In the loo of disappointment by her 

Own children and family,

Still, she sheds all her love without any tears,

Always have been like this for years to years,

She has the imperium, capable of constructing a whole human within her, 

Also, can she knock down the whole system?

Capable of conducting a big storm,

Her presence itself is repose and warm,

No time she has to adorn herself rather engaging an angelic charm,

A heart so pure a soul so divine,

Emboldens she and she is the family's only sunshine,

Made of diamond feels like a feather,

They say 'God cannot be present everywhere,

So invested all his treasure to create a thing like "Mother"'.