By –Sriya Shrestha
She is the moon in the group of stars
She is the real hero, the superstar.
It needs a lot of courage to bear pain of labor
I can’t even hardly pay back her favor.
Her eyes carry a beautiful magic
Can convert one into happy from tragic.
Owns her own crown in her soul
Never compromise to complete her role.
She wipes my tear when I cry
She inspires me not to give up but try.
She considers my tears as pearl
Treats me as her princess girl.
When I am hurled, she lifts me up
Gave her hand and sent me to the top.
She is my well wisher, my best friend
From all my problems, my warrior defends.
We scold each other and fight
But our bond is very tight.
My best pillow where I get a comfortable nap is her lap
In this huge world, she directs me so she is my map.
One day, I will make you proud
We will together fly hugging the cloud.
Your head will be high one day
“My daughter is my pride”, you will proudly say.
She is the candle in my dark
Her happiness is my success which I mark.
She proved herself the queen of the earth
Let’s give her all the happiness she worth.
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