POEM – Mother of Mine
If I were to pen your portrait
Yon memory lane paving my way
Words would fumble and fail to define
Your beauty so pure, so divine
Your laugh chased the gloomiest cloud away
Your tears molten the frozen heart at bay
Years passed by, your hair turned grey
Your sweet smile did not fade away
O Mother of mine!
A shining star in the sky above
Shower on this child of thine
Pink rose petals of eternal love!
– Anita Bacha –