A small town girl, born to a poor,
her name signified peace.
With two sisters and four brothers,
she was the one who loved to write and read.
With a pair of dress, no shoes to wear,
she walked kilometers to school.
On her way, she saw her mates,
wearing new clothes and shoes.
That was the day, she made up her mind,
no matter what, she will make it big.
She studied day, she studied night,
she toiled in farms, with those tiny feets.
The day arrived, the day she had been waiting for,
Doctor was the name, she was called by many.
The angels above had cast a spell,
books were her only company.
Until that day, her father lay dead on her lap,
she shut her dreams, tied up her wings,
for fate had given her a big tight slap.
She made a decision,made a big leap,
she was the one, who could save her family financially.
Out of choice, she entered a bank,
she worked hard, so that they could live happily.
Got married to a prince, gave birth to two girls,
zero was the figure, from where it all begins.
Both worked hard, to achieve a common goal,
simple living and high thinking were their motto.
Every penny she saved,reminded of her childhood days.
Now when she looks back, she has a smiling face.
I have seen her low, have seen her high. I have seen her emerge, I have seen her shine.
She is the strength and the pillar of our house,
safeguarding us under her wings throughout.
We are girls, but brought up as sons.
And for that my mom, I thank you in tons.
A self made woman, build her own empire,
she’s an eagle, and her wings are on fire.
There is so much strength in her surrender,
If she has fallen, only to rise even stronger.
She is unstoppable, even at 60.
How I wished, if i had half of her energy.
I wish you nothing more, nothing less.
I wish you, oh mother, good health and happiness.
Oh good Lord, do bless her abundantly.
For, she is still riding her horse to conquer another story.