She nurtures nascent bud to life,
She may not be an armoured knight,
She guards her child in every plight,
She endures every pain and strife.
A world in herself,
A teacher, a friend and a critique at times,
Chiseling one through virtue,
With love and her irreplaceable warmth,
She engraves her inedible mark,
Illumining a definite spark!
She endures the mountains with might,
Being a mother, daughter, wife,
Seldom arbiter when in rife,
Her love like deep ocean shines bright,
The brightest star illumining the night sky,
The benevolent tree rendering it’s fruits for all,
Untainted, flowing , steady like a river to its confluence,
Like mother earth she nourishes life,
Unravelling a trove of joys within,
Her embrace evanesces grief small or big,
She is a human, not divine,
Indubitably, she is mother of mine!
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