MY SAPLING

I am your loving guardian, your Gardener;

Who awaits to see a sapling bloom, as if a baby it were.

And you of course , my most precious sapling are.

See you I wish to, blossom, bloom n spread your branches far.

Tender, loving you are, sweet as sugar or honey.

Sometimes giggling, crying, angry or even funny.

Everything is a game, be it sleep, studies or time for feed.

I your gardener painstakingly will tend to all your needs.

May you blossom to be a great Parsi, n an Indian great too.

May Ahura always shower His choicest blessings upon you.

Your Gardener, your Ma

Armin Dutia Motashaw