Little girl born somewhere around the earth ,

Years later , I’m her loaf and she is my crust .

She and I have things in common ,

Maybe she also craves the affability of her mother’s ovum .

Enthusiastic girl with dreamy and magnificent eyes ,

Hardworking teenager who always said: ‘she never cries ‘ .

Her struggle was all for the story she wrote ,

Destinies are written that’s her final thought.

The loaf turned into crust ,

The day her reflection took birth .

It was her first time being mother,

Yet she wholeheartedly pampered me and we grew together.

For the world I might just be a pawn,

But for her I’m radiance of sun all alone .

She adores me with all my flaws,

My unmedicated medicine for panic attacks and breakdowns .

Entire world against and she would standby me,

That’s the confidence I wear cheeringly.

The world is malicious,

But her ovum , womb and hug made it all ambitious.