By Amanatdeep Kaur
Little girl born somewhere around the earth,
Years later, I’m her loaf and she is my crust.
She and I have things in common,
Maybe she also craves the affability of her mother’s ovum.
Enthusiastic girl with dreamy and magnificent eyes,
Hardworking teenager who always said: ‘she never cries ‘.
Her struggle was all for the story she wrote,
Destinies are written that’s her final thought.
The loaf turned into crust,
The day her reflection took birth.
It was her first time being mother,
Yet she wholeheartedly pampered me and we grew together.
For the world I might just be a pawn,
But for her I’m radiance of sun all alone.
She adores me with all my flaws,
My unmedicated medicine for panic attacks and breakdowns.
Entire world against and she would standby me,
That’s the confidence I wear cheeringly.
The world is malicious,
But her ovum, womb and hug made it all ambitious.