The sweet smile of a beauty queen,
dignified and gracefully refined
is a mark of elegance supreme.
But the sweet smile of my mom with deep satisfaction
after successful completion of her daily routine
is far sweeter and a sign of elegance sublime.
The ramp walk of a beauty queen
with awesome dress design is tastefully fine
with enticing gestures of elegance supreme.
But my mom's sprinting from morn to bedtime
to fulfill everyone's claims unending
is far more graceful and elegance divine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem