GRANT ME

Grant me boons, that help me to progress
With plentiful, I may unintentiinally regress.

Grant me success, which digest easily, I can.
For wish I, not to become a proud man.

Grant me food enough to life enjoy n satisfied remain.
Waste food, never should I, or richness feign.

Grant me, health, happiness, vigour and fitness good.
But, a shame it will be, if ridiculed I someone who didn't have this, as he should.

Grant me a home, comfortable with a compound small;
Where grow I can flowers and trees tall.

Grant me  gratitude, serenity and grace.
O Ahura kind, I don't want to be a part of the rat race.

Armin Dutia Motashaw