My Precious Poem by Ishrat khan

Sky without stars;
Array of fruit without it's colour
rose without its thorn;
Life is worthless without a mother
Sound of an Ocean is still melodious;
making tide a silent flow
Rain tends to shower
for the appearance of happy Rainbow
Plant without a seed
Their life is nothing;
More than a Father
A mother is everything
Pulling me into the peace
faith never gets old
To walk in the storm
she preaches to be bold
Burning into the darkness
brilliantly she bears
Melting while lightening
to embrace death, she never cares
Stands like a strong pillar
still strong when weak
To protect her loving ones
She's ready herself to tweak
She makes hopeless a hope;
Dreamless to dream
'No matter what comes' she says
'never lose coz you're born to win'
My blissful day is to see her happy
every time and her smile
It saddens me when I see her tears
flowing down her cheeks while
We are still young
and they are getting older
I wish she could be my offspring
and I could be her mother
She's the richest gift I believe
Nothing is as precious as my mom
She's the real Patriarch
that turns my cherished aspiration true to come..