Masterpiece of God

I love, my mother the most
Herself starving, feeding us toast

Making sure to listen, she never lost
Keeping us warm, her hands frost

Anything about us, she totally engrossed
Always ready to embrace, even if exhaust

We have exams, she has her fingers crossed
Herself second, putting us foremost

Nagging never ends, in absence she boasts
Nevertheless, we call her first

Showering her love, all limits crossed
Hence, I love my mother the most


                                              Aliha Tauseef