She's my Power, She's my Strength.
Can't be measured as some Length.
She holds me tight when I break down.
She makes me happy, safe and sound.
I get scolded often by Her.
But I know that She will come to me later.
To tell me sorry when I was one who was wrong.
I just don't know how She can be this much strong?
I even tried to ask this question for once.
She just gave me Her pretty smile all those months.
I started to do my Observation then.
But She was mysterious Queen of heaven.
I got lost in Her every mystery.
But got to know Her life's history.
I got to know that She was really strong.
But not because of Her mind or Her bones.
Not because of those free fund and loans.
But because of Her family and home.
Once I realized all of those things,
I saw Her as an Angel without those white wings.
I don't need to worry anymore nor further,
Because I have my lovely angel, My Mother.
