MOTHER DEAR

She gifted me life, the highest form of expression, Wonder what I did in my previous embodied incarnation. She breathed some fire into this impervious soul of mine, To walk and crawl on water when nothing seemed fine. In her reflective eyes , didn't see myself as a mist of insignificance, Rather a falcon soaring seas with wings of competence. Indeed I am troublesome and naughty, behind you round the clock, But you are a shepherd hoarding this brown sheep in a estranged flock. A papillary muscle, you are anchoring different cusps of family, The most toughest job in this world, not easy. An impartial and benovalent queen of both of our worlds, Your gravity of situation can't be described in few words. They say the supreme couldn't be everywhere, thus created mother, impossible to be another, a presence that lasts forever. But let's not forget another force behind her, even behind every successful woman is a man; a father.

PRMDR