My Mom

She is neither from the hills nor the valley

But she carries the grandeur of the hills and the beauty of the valley.

Clouds envy her pure heart

And sun her radiant smile.

Her comforting smile has every solution

And her sharp eyes have every punishment for your mischief

Her anger is for your change

And love for your life.

You will be her every prayer

And her every dream will be for you.

In every minima

You will receive her support

And praise in every maxima

My vocabulary is still scarce

To picture her unconditional love.

She is a MOTHER,

A companion for life.