A Mother, gives us, her all; next to Ahura, at her feet we must humbly fall

Even though short n petit, you darling Mom, in my eyes, stand very tall.

Carrying us, your beautiful figure, your body turns into an ugly ball;

Yet you sacrifice it all n give us your best; running at our beck n call

Moms, my darling Moms, more than anything, I love n adore you all

Armin Dutia Motashaw