Baskadia

In the realm of love, a celestial presence,

A beacon of warmth and unwavering essence.

She is a mother, beyond mere mortal ties,

A symphony of grace that never dies.

Her gentle touch, a soothing balm,

Calming storms, bringing tranquil calm.

With eyes that hold a universe of care,

She embraces all burdens, willing to bear.

Her voice, a melody, soft and serene,

Whispering wisdom, a lullaby unseen.

In her embrace, fears find their release,

A sanctuary of love, a shelter of peace.

She nurtures dreams, ignites a flame,

Guiding us forward, never the same.

Her selfless devotion, an eternal flame,

A beacon of hope, love's sacred name.

Through every trial, she stands tall,

A pillar of strength, never to fall.

Her love, a tapestry woven with grace,

Filling our hearts, leaving no empty space.

Oh, mother dear, your love knows no end,

A bond unbreakable, a spirit to transcend.

In every beat of our hearts, you reside,

Our guiding star, forever by our side.