Mom

All the praises all the time,

Are useless next to your figure divine.

Superpower one begs to have,

Come naturally to you like all the invisible hands you have.

The time we take to decide something,

Is the time required for you to present it like it was nothing.

Love comes as a second nature to you for all,

Forgiveness for the mistakes so tall.

The thought that lingers to my mind,

How can you manage to do all the stuff which makes me feel so blind?

Never uttered a word of criticism,

When that was all that was ever given to you as a lyricism.

The way you never utter a word when you are in severe pain,

Make me feel guilty about mine driving you insane.

My words can never praise you enough,

But that does not change the fact that you are the best MOM without a bluff,

Making me the luckiest daughter in the whole world.