My Sweet Mom! Poem by Anish Chouhan

She bloomed herself, a flower she was.
She laid her life for that special cause.
She grew up her little once with the fragrance of care.
She sprayed her petals in danger if there.

Her nectar nourished and proclaims her strength.
Her tiny leaflets always ready to ensure the intent.
In the heat she stood and fought with rain.
But she always ascertain her little once without pain.

She captures the best and loses the worse.
She only lives for preventing the curse.
Her eyes are always dreaming for others.
She is an idol which can never be another.

Her eyes often get wet when it hurts someone.
She always be there smiling for the one.
She being so unique and rhythm divine.
She is my mom who will be always mine.