If love had a first language, mine would be hers.
Every good habit I have, I quietly borrowed from watching you.
You gave up your seat at the table so I'd never go hungry.
How do you still worry about me the same way you did when I was five?
तुझ्या प्रेमासाठी आणि त्यागासाठी मनापासून आभार, आई.