The Virtuous Queen

She bore all the pain,

She took all the blows,

Yes, they still hurt her,

Yet! She never shows.

She is the epitome of patience,

Her virtues are high,

She has always shown reticence,

Even with unshed tears, all she did was lie and lie!

All throughout the pain she bore,

She thought we couldn't see,

It was as clear as crystal in her eyes,

And yet, we let it be.

She did everything for them,

Yet never got the same reciprocated,

They all took her for granted,

Cursed her till their hearts weren't sated.

She was murdered daily,

With brutal words and harsh curses,

She knew her soul was dying,

Yet she listened to everything thinking they were holy verses.

I want to worship at her feet,

Pay respect and even bow down,

She is my dear mother, a warrior,

The virtuous queen, without a crown!

This is neither an ode nor a praise,

Its the pity, hurt, awe, gratitude that I feel for you,

All summed up in a phrase!

Therefore,

Just so you know.....

I LOVE YOU MA,

I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU,

I'LL NEVER LEAVE YOUR SIDE,

NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO! :)

- Binita Singh