Next in line
Is one who is fine
A mother of mine
A woman in her prime
With eyes of gold
Shaped like a cone
A woman wonderful to behold
Gives me a right to be bold
A hero foretold
Past in the time of old
With utmost beauty bestowed
A sight to behold
A phenomenal woman for real
With integrity of which I fail to reveal
Actually not a big deal
A woman who has the power to heal
A mother to have
Always ready to serve
Makes her to get awards which she deserves
A phenomenal woman to be preserved
I assure you no mishap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem