A woman, a daughter, a mother, a mentor
life touches upon thy severalty.
You are one constant with
own chores and responsibility.
Sometimes, you need valor, ferocity,
little care, help and dignity.
Even the GOD must live thee
only with different complexity.
I know, you are above me
You embrace mortality.
You encompass the universe
I, a mere singularity.
Ironic, I feel, I am thee
oblivious to my own fragility.
Glorified for being you
I smile at its vanity.
Still, I trade between thee
endlessly judged for compatibility.
Often, I want to be without thee
relentlessly questioning my individuality.
Role, such is thy nature that
I do not understand thee.
Even if I ceased to be
you prevail till eternity.