By Mansi Chauhan
Her insightful eyes
Which didn't let her rest,
Struggled, suffered and settled
For crow's feet.
Her pretentious smile
Which didn't let me know
The pain it steadily mastered
To defeat.
As right as rain,
She has been there,
In all my battles,
Fighting more than me.
I owe so much,
But can never repay
What my mother
Has done for me.