Adya Niraj

Mother

No matter how she is
Every moment with her is a bliss
Whether smart, elegant or beautiful
She will always remain so wonderful
Eyes so serene
Thoughts so endless, deep as marine
She is the most gifted prize
The one who removes all my cries
In my happiness, she finds her delight
Wants to make my life so bright
Her every rebuke is a treasure
God made her for my soul's pleasure
This one in a million, is so very best
She is my mother, the dearest

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 31, 2011

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