Amma

To be so altruistic like her, there's not even a cloud
Not phobia but esteem, before my dad she never utters a word aloud
She craves not a life of hue
Encompassing me, whirls her every view
Distant from her, i cant abide even a dream
For this silly boy's life-vessel, she's the only navigable stream
She has a physique not so sound
Though in the kitchen, ever she's found
No god else, effectively bestows upon me a love-shower
In return, i , out of my best gratitude, gave her not even a flower
Reluctant to be home, lingers around wherever, the poor juvenile bird
The destitute mamma bird waits in the nest, until its baby's shriek is heard
- a disloyal ass