"Hands that serve are holier than lips that pray,"
A sacred truth you lived by every day.
With pure devotion as your guiding light,
You stand, a radiant goddess, in our sight.

A daughter first, you bore the heavy weight,
And held the hopes of your ancestral gate.
You cleared the path so that your siblings rose,
Our well-wishing mother, from whom all blessing flows.
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A daughter-in-law by title, bound by love,
You watched the family hearth like heaven above.
Guarding its honor, you nurtured every soul,
Our exemplary mother, whose kindness made us whole.
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A partner through the seasons, hand in hand,
Beside our father, you chose to firmly stand.
The quiet bedrock of his mind and art,
Our guardian mother, the keeper of his heart.
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As mother, through the shadow and the sun,
You wove your life into the threads you spun.
Yearning for us to conquer every height,
Our sacrificing mother, the source of pure delight.
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A gracious host, no matter who might call,
With boundless warmth, you welcomed one and all.
"Atithi Devo Bhava" shone in your smile,
Our ideal mother, who always went the extra mile.
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To you, we dedicate Śrī Puruṣottama Saṁsmṛti, 
For you two are forever one in Satya Śiva Sundarākṛti.
Please accept this, Amma, a gift simple and small,
It is our deepest love, for you who gave us all.

- Girija, Raghava, Seshu, Maruthi