My Mother

She's an epitome of affection,

But not without a little aggression.

Like a poem's enigmatic verse, 

She handles everything with perfection, 

While pointing me in the right direction.

My mother, the center of my universe.

Every difficulty she has handled already,

By Magically procuring the best remedy.

A person so exemplary,

She's sweet and deadly, 

A combination that's quite heavenly,

My mother, the star of the century. 

Never mentions her own problems, 

But always bearing my tantrums. 

As Soft as a kid's glove,

A queen reigning over every dimension,

While being caring in every conversation.

My mother, the goddess of love. 

She thrives on optimism, 

Infusing every task with enthusiasm.

The constant support source. 

Her every act is selfless,

While dispelling all darkness,

My mother, the formidable force. 

She made sure fear was never an option,

And that every task had to have passion.

Never lets me bend, 

Any gratitude I express is insufficient,

As her every endeavor is beyond acknowledgment.

My mother, my forever friend.

Her persona doesn't have an apt description, 

Definitely due to its unique composition.

She Holds the society's heavy mirror,

Her arms are the safest place, 

All fears fly away with one embrace. 

My mother, my ever supportive pillar. 

Misunderstandings are also common, 

But the relation never comes under question.

Instilling the right path to follow, 

She has evolved into an enigmatic entity, 

But still not even an ounce of vanity. 

My mother, my invincible hero.

Age or position shall never matter, 

As she will always have the right answer.

The one who makes me complete,

 I love her to the square of infinity, 

And I can only hope that she loves me till eternity. 

My mother, my heartbeat.