Submitted by : ImranAli786 on Muslim Woman

The Perfect One
By Imran Ali

I awake in the morning,
Yearning for nothing but the day.
With a concious mind, proves sympathy blind,
And casts other emotions away.

A person is always there,
Her eyes show a tired love.
From the nights of care, for others she shares,
Her abundance of kindness blessed from above.

Throughout the entire day, 
She is faced with repetitive tasks,
Although they prove tiring, and free will denying,
She hardly relies, and never asks.

I can never seem to find,
A logically proven reason.
Despite my growth and age, my unstable emotion cage,
To her I'm her baby in every season.

At times of my hardships, 
My anger finds her reluctantly.
In my fiery times of outburst, in her mind, must come first,
"What did I do", questions sympathy?

During the day my arrogance triumphs,
But with the dark, comes a concious question.
"What did she do, Only I possibly knew",
With this comes an empathetic tension.

But as I lie in bed,
The person comes into my mind.
The radiation of hugs shun, thus tears had began to run,
Down my face, they dazzle and shine.

Sometimes at night I wish,
My nocturnal conscience would stay,
Stay until the morning, and wake me at the sun's dawning,
So I may keep my arrogance at bay.

I wish this would come true, 
As this person is like no other.
Until the day I die, when my mind will cease to lie,
I will always love my perfect Mother.