Mother, My Soul Deep Supreme Refreshing Candy Poem by Shahid Saleem Butt

Mother, my soul deep supreme refreshing candy;

I fall and ye hold;
I'm sick and ye load
Me with myriads of prays;
And bring me back to life as your 'conspiracy' and practice with angels always works on all days.

Angels are all bound when ye are around;
My dearest mom, me unable to distinguish.
As thy pure, transparent and translucent figure;
Compels me to adore thee as love can't satiate my yearn as it whisper.

It surely took centuries to create ye;
Mom, you are not simply human but supremely-supreme LOVE-trodden.
I disobey, torture, desert or even kill my sis or bro;
Ye stand against all odds to save this 'FOE'!

What elements manufactured thee I don't know?
Seas are seas, even oceans can't suffice;
To make an ink I need to jot;
The soul-deep love that always over-brims my heart with thy jocund ruminations a lot.

Mom, are ye really human?
Or an unfathomably deep-deep-deep;
Deep-deep-deep-deep;
Deepest ever loveliest loving-Love bloom-in.

(Dedicated to all mothers of the world) .