OUR ROOTS

Anglicizing, modernizing and fashions have cost us a lot.

Moving away from our roots; with our own traditions we have fought.

Earlier, compelled we were, to our language n dress change;

But these days, it's our own doing, for reasons silly and strange.

Following fashions blindly, n aping the West, we call it the in thing, or construction.

By adopting foreign customs, marrying out; indulging we are, in self-destruction.

To amenities collect, to indulge in luxury, has become our passion.

Wearing skimpy outfits, torn jeans, no Sudreh-Kusti is supposed to be fashion.

Moving away from dughlis to suits; from saris to pants is our achievement.

I sadly think, this blind - race is actually a reason for bereavement.

Let's all rise to the occasion, and from perishing, save our clan.

Selfishness quit, study well; to become entrepreneurs is not a ban.

Many other Tata, Bhabha, Palkhiwala, Maneckshaw we need.

Basking in past glory, our ego we cannot afford to feed.

Duty divine and moral it is ours, to save this religion great.

Come together let us all, and for the better, change it's fate.

A corpus let us create, by giving whatever we can, amounts big or small.

To support children three; be it Godrej, Tata, Poonawala, please forward come all.

Armin Dutia Motashaw