माँ की आँख

Sometimes annoyed,

Mostly amorous.

Rarely violent.

A basket of warm smile.

A little wet

in happy times.

An effortless flood,

in the sad.

Looks at vegetables with

an uncanny suspicion.

Raises the tuft of hair above

at negligible price rise.

Sometimes, miffed at

the father's ire.

Agitated at some reckless

desire.

Glued to soapy lives,

Dancing at frivolous drama.

The most transparent window

to the soul.

Oh, my mother's eye.