She, ‘the perfect’ woman I call
No frailty, no complexity, only smile I recall;
Stare at her and you are lost
In deep blank eyes, but they were moist.
Her morning begins with blooming flowers
Sans freshness, love and divine care.
A mother, a wife and a volleyball player.
She confronts life with ultimate dare,
Burden contracts her forehead muscles
But made her passion, a pillar of success;
Surpassing barriers from childhood till now
She well grasped the art of hiding sorrow:
No lover admires hard work trickling in drops of gold,
Nor her agonies can ever unfold.
Her game is a challenge, just as her life.
Her daughter imbibed her positive vibes.
Target is clear and destinations known;
She will have to, for she has sworn.
She returns home, at every dusk.
Kissing no dust, but with a Cup.
Hugging her mother with teary eyes,
Her proud daughter jubilates and smiles;
With heart filled of joy and youthful spree;
Her daughter utters, ‘Mamma I want to be like thee’.
....This creation is dedicated to Ellora di
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