My Mother

A small poem I wrote for my mother. It's been two years, and I'm still shy to show her this.

If she doesn't make u strong,
Then your perception towards her is all wrong.
She is a more than a stray of hope,
I just need to hold that rope.
If i die, I will ask my god,
Punish me so much that i will never show her nod.
My sins are enough to invite me to hell,
I have her in my heart, now even hell looks like a delicious wine well.
With love in my thought, I want to make these rhymes,
I can do this for her more than a million times.
Every single human being should now gather,
Hold on, All this is for my mother...