My Maa

In the era of glitter and glowing screens,

My mother lives softly between simple things.

Where people chase trends that fade overnight,

She stays like the moon , gentle and bright.

In the world of chocolate, red velvet, and black currant hue,

She is pure vanilla ….honest and true.

No fancy flavor, no glittering art,

Just warmth that melts quietly into the heart.

– Vaishnavi Ojha