Lady Of The House

Amidst the facades of flamboyance and glistening hustle-bustle,

Stood the lady dressed as royal,

The heiress of her castle.

Giggles bloomed, laughter cracked,

The arena boomed with joyous drum thwacked.

Festivities were round the corner,

Ecstatic sounds of children made the household warmer,

Came around the lady, the household manager,

To see with her experienced eyes, whether everything was in order.

Her charms defined her divine aura,

Bestowed with bounties of kindness in plethora.

Carrying the responsibilities with cherished experience,

She is the lady of the house, whole household's experience.

The black pearls of her eyes shines brightly bright,

Whenever she hears her name being called with utter delight.

She burns her today as a scented incense,

Spreading the fragrance, like a beautiful essence.

She is the anchor, thee backbone,

Let her tiara shine like a diamond stone.