She is the woman of my dreams,
a role model and my belief.
Let me tell you her story,
It'll take time, am sorry.
She got married at the age of teen,
had a baby by nineteen.
Downpour by responsibilities,
yet she handled like a fortified queen.
Nobody asked what's her dream,
she didn't even tried to scream.
By the way she loved Ice cream,
which she sacrificed for her wean.
Her strength is her willpower,
Supported by her husband like a tower.
She has this benign smile to cheerup the awful days,
yet no one bothers for her stargaze.
She put her efforts in daily chores,
yet all credited was taken by her in-laws.
Ignoring the fact of injustice,
she followed the laws of lores.
Everyone enjoyed her daily cuisine,
no-one ever noticed her skin.
Scars and sores was all about,
not a topic to worry for this stout.
I have seen her working from morning to night,
But never noticed her leaned spine.
All her beauty had turned to fight,
the grey hairs and crinkle by her eyes.
She nurtured her four kids,
by the way second one is writing this.
I love my maa for her moves,
Can never imagine myself in her shoes.
I asked maa, what's her dream ?
She told me something, that got me goose skin.
"I traded my reverie to the god, to give you all the happiness I haven't got."
You are my wonderwoman,
and the only spidergirl.
Who needs these marvel heroes,
when I got her.