Eichi Porie (Mother's Daughter) Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Eichi porie (mother's daughter)

Eichi pori
Chitty or gory (white and beautiful)
She is proud
And speaks loud

Mom, I am visiting soon
To eat with spoon
With your hand
How good you were as friend?

I feel so bad
When remain away and
Feel lost in crowd
Even if they speak so loud

All daughters are same
When they claim
Their mothers
As super actors

What do they feel?
Very well
And always wish long stay on earth
And never wish death