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LONGING

A longing there is,  to now home, quickly reach ;

For this to You, O Ahura Mazda, I implore, I  beseech

Forgotten, I have the looks of my home, its dimensions, my batting pitch;

Its colourful and fragrant gardens; oh, and also,  was there a beach?

Forgotten I have those beautiful faces of angels, with whom perhaps I did play;

Or in those meadows besides the stream, with friends, where I did lazily lay

Are those gates still huge? Will they, me an entry permit, or keep me at bay?

To those, my dear ones,  who receive me will; I do have so many things to say.

Today on ROZ n MAH FRAVARNDIN, to all revered Ravans, I say a prayer quick;

"Is the flower or fruit ready ? Eagerly waiting, I am; when will You, me pick?"

Half burnt , old, and worn out is the lamp; weak is its overused wick

Now, there is a longing to get home. Perhaps I am homesick.

Armin Dutia Motashaw