my mother...

she is a pleasant rain in dis hot summer
a flowin ganges by the arid lanes
a shelterin flora on this barren earth
a beauty in dis distorted world

she is a tru luv in the time of war
a diva in the land of devils
a mystic laugh amidst the sorrows
an ice-pack on the achin wounds

she is an epitome of sacrifice
a symbol of divinity
a caligraphy on the sands of time
a vision that moulds lives

she is a shakespearan literature
a mozart's symphony
but a common woman still
my 'MOTHER'....
n i luv her....