Her will power

She squat to narrow her baby's tears to nil

The little one crying in a monotonous tone

When other's glared grueful, she sat still.

The demands of her family pooled as a bill

The list of delicacies seeked to challenge her

But she hastily burnt in a kiln ornating with her will.

Hopping through the household chores until

Our desires were painted with a smile

When other's glared grueful, yes she sat still.

However stubborn we act, she does fulfill

Blowing out the grey clouds wandering

Albeit tedious, she herself resets at grill.

She ripens our bald skill,

Ploughing on our barren lands, with her smile

As manure and tears as a moisture spill.

When we fall ill, she smears her culinary skill

Grating herself from day to night,

Prescription of Her love abyss is the only pill

Every time we get seeded in a trough to fight