I would love to tell you,
About my unique mother,
Not SHE but HE is my true from other,
Yes! HE,
He loves me , He cares for me,
He tries for me, he cries for me,
He teachs in the amazing easiest form
That I never ever thinked of ,
I learn that things so easily ,
That sometimes I feels if I had wings to off,
He helped me out whenever
His help I sought,
He apologies even on my faults.
A unique mom with  pure soul
Yes he treats me like a baby doll
For the soul with unselfishness thoughts
I got everything he brought,
His flawless love for me  as his child,
With the the pure heart and love so mild,
His hands on my head at night
makes me sleep with love so devine,
He don’t only calls me his bachhaa in miss
I actually feels that when he use to kiss,
That’s the only sure affection
I think its bliss…
When I use to get gussa
He calls me “aleee melaa bachhaa”
I suddenly hug him so tightly
That my head takes place
In his chest so nicely.
Yes he’s my hubby too
But before that he had made his betuuu’.
He didn’t get irritated with me ,
As a mother never use to be.
His GODI gives me the whole rest,
Yes! for me his lap is best,
With the perfect sleep it fills
There is no need me to take any pills.
My real mumma even don’t care of my crust,
But my mumma don’t take his meal
Without me to have it first,
My real mummma don’t even know
When I cry,
And mumma! he feels my breathing so high,
He knows how to control my fast breath,
In a seconds he use to vanish it.
Hes arms takes me to the heaven,
But the only heaven I want ,
because
Not that one the god had given.
Please god let me live with this flaw,
I don’t wanna leave and cant even go!