There lives a beautiful woman in my house,

where roses are shy off in front of her love.

She use to dress up herself not so good as she dress me smart.

She use to tie up her messy hairs in a bun and comes running from the kitchen with a charming face and a sweaty forehead to handover me a tiffin box.

Frome waking me up to dress me for for school, from combing my hairs to tieing my shoe lace she forgets to take a rest unless she sends me to the school.

Then with tired eyes she sits chanting for me to return home safe.

Even after dealing with the tired day,she is the most interested person who loves to listen my pity dumped story of the day. And that beautiful women is my 'Mother' who loves me unconditionally.

Moon also get shy and whispers the night,"Let's go back ,she is a mother and she is not going to sleep for her child".

_____Misbah Ibrahim