Don't Even Think To Read It By Piyush

My Mother

Glittering eyes like the light of moon,
Thinking of something never thought before.

Smiling always all on her own, like the sea shoring secrets with its shore.

To me she is always four.
If I get success her face glare.

For me she is always ready and treat both brother equally.

Her image in my heart is stable for me she is always available.

These are the talk of my mother.