Written by Yasir
God has created some angels,
She's as free as vowels.
Hear the word, she calls!
And it feels you and rolls.
She suffered pain without a cane,
Reason for all, propagating the chain.
She's as bright as Sun at day time,
And as cool as moon at lay time.
If fog fades over your eyes,
Hug her to get cold as an ice!
Never search for stars like fools,
When you've moon at home, it cools.
She made you to walk on your feet,
And she took you to talk among the heat.
The symbol of love as always you have,
Deep rooted frame with you to behave.
She provides you the warmth amidst harm,
Treats you gently with calm and charm.
She burns as bright as a big candle,
Without any complaint, no one to handle.
When she tries, the whole home hurries,
Then she cries, the whole storm worries.
When she loves, the whole world dances.
Then she feels, the whole world arises.
When you're down with ailments,
She belongs you with willingness.
No more energy as perfect as to get you,
When she smiles at you to set you.
The heart which hurts more than anyone,
When you cuts yourself being no one.
I claim, never make a fake call to her,
Realize and take the tall heart of her.
Kill the hell and level the heaven,
See the rainbow in colours, seven.
She's as simple as a pretty feather,
Simply call her, 'Mother', together.
I know, I can never draw you,
Even many ones try and screw.
Perfection is emerging from the Protector,
And I'm grateful to you be the Selector.
Your love is the epitome of universe,
And your pain is the mystery of worse.
Your voice heals all my agony,
And your words complete my story.
You holds the loveliest hug,
And so far my home’s best drug.
You're the best teacher ever,
And one can beat you never.
Fate can surely hardly come late,
It shall drive straight, not to hate.
I'm thanking my Lord for my Mom,
Being with me in trouble to overcome.
Even myself being under pressure,
You're the one to have me pleasure.
Be with me, my dearest charming light,
Mom, you’re the real angel, right!
My soul lies in you, mother, my dear,
You're the rhythm of music one hear.
The whole space is so special to see,
When Mom is in full flow as a long sea.
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