From the garden's verdant arms, she plucks Punarnava and Spinach,
With a mother's intuition, she prepares a broth SOUP-ER rich..
Black Masoor for strength, Mulethi for boost,
from her herbal alchemy, Immunity has to shoot.
So here's to the mothers, the guardians of our health,
Our herbal soups are potions for her body and the self.
May the cauldrons ever bubble with ingredients so fine,
As they weave their magic in each savory line.