MY DEAREST REVERED ANCESTORS,
My heart aches n tears roll down.
I feel miserable, when people frown.
Frown at our sentiments, our feelings strong.
Ask they, "in marrying out side what is wrong"

Forgotten all about our great ancestors they have, so soon.
From my ancestors today I ask an important boon.
O revered forefathers, help us, so that your sacrifice is not a waste  
Help us please, to overcome this crisis, in a haste.
Help us please, to multiply, to survive.
Grant us a boon to save our religion n revive.
Aedoon baad.

Armin Dutia Motashaw