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WHY
WHY

We all know this, that souls come n souls go; come they alone n also go alone

And we the living,  even after knowing all this; their departure grieve n mourn.

Mourn perhaps that we never can see them again,  nor speak to them on phone.

Inspite of our knowledge n all this information, why oh why can't we this fact accept !

Why do we then let this sorrow into our lives seep; can we not some anaesthetic inject ?

Our mind knows it all,  yet our heart accepts it not; can someone explain this difficult concept.

Seers please help.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
ЁЯУФЁЯУШЁЯУЪЁЯУШЁЯУФ

TO  SIR WITH LOVE

The first look at him, her teacher, n she lost her heart to him that very moment; she gave a stare blank, as he taught

By her emotions, swept away she was, totally off her feet; in a lightening n thunderstorm severe, she was caught

He, the teacher,  suddenly asked her a question, startled her. With a sudden jolt back to reality, she was brought

Her performance drastically had dropped; n reason she had none to give, when she her report to her father brought

With difficulty great, handed over the performance card she did, as she struggled n her tears fought

Now a dropout she was; like Dad, a great business person she would never become; this in her diary, she did jot

Then, one day, her teacher explained, " Love is different from an attraction physical; so she should carefully forward trot."

Smothered, she couldn't him tell, "Sir, I love you." But vowed she, to let him this someday know; n she did so, as proudly held she, the trophy she got

Today, after years many, proudly holding her head high along with the trophy in her hands; her cheeks red, n burning hot;

Proclaimed she proudly amidst all, "This trophy is for you, Sir, with my respect and love! I then, n today, love you a lot. "

Armin Dutia Motashaw
ЁЯМ╕ЁЯЪ╢ЁЯП╗ЁЯМ╕

FASHIONABLE,  UP TO DATE

" Oh, she is sooooo sooooo old fashioned, absolutely out of date"

May be   I  deny do not; but neither am I ashamed! Torn jeans I just hate;

Buy these tattered stuff they, at prices exorbitant, at a very high rate

Our choli blouse is now worn as a crop-top, to the belly button accentuate

Our grand embroidered "ijar" is now worn with these choli-top; changed has their fate

Happy n satisfied I am with my dresses traditional n their fashion I often create.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
(SHAHEED DIVAS) рд╢рд╣реАрдж рджрд┐рди

рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рд╢рд╣реАрджреЛрдВ рдХреЛ рдкреНрд░реЗрдо рднрд░реЗ рд╢реНрд░рджреНрдзрд╛ рд╕реБрдорди рд╕рдорд░реНрдкрд┐рдд рдХрд░рддреА рд╣реВрдВ рдореИрдВ рдЖрдЬ

рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдорд╛рдд рдкрд┐рддрд╛ рдХреЛ  рд╕рд╛рд╖реНрдЯрд╛рдВрдЧ рдирдорд╕реНрдХрд╛рд░; рдпрд╣ рдЪрдВрдж рд╢рдмреНрдж рд╣реИ, рдореЗрд░реЗ рднрд╛рд╡ рднрд░реЗ рдЕрд▓реНрдлрд╛рдЬрд╝

рдЙрдирдХреА рдЕрд░реНрдзрд╛рдВрдЧрд┐рдиреА,  рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдмрдЪреНрдЪреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдХрд▓реНрдпрд╛рдг рднреВрд▓реЗ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣рдо рдпрд╣ рд╣реИ рдХрд░реНрддреНрддрд╡реНрдп рд╣рдорд╛рд░рд╛; рд╣рдорд╛рд░рд╛ рдХрд╛рдЬ

рд╣рд░ рджреЗрд╢рд╡рд╛рд╕рд┐ рдХреЛ рдЙрдирдХреЗ рд╕рдореНрдорд╛рди рдореЗрдВ рдПрдХ рдЫреЛрдЯрд╛-рд╕рд╛ рд╕рдж рдХрд╛рд░реНрдп рдХрд░рдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ рдЖрдЬ

рдПрдХ рдЕрдЪреНрдЫреЗ рдХрд╛рд░реНрдп рд╕реЗ, рдорди рд╣реА рдорди рд╡рдВрджрди рдХрд░рдХреЗ, рд╣рд░ рд╢рд╣реАрдж рдХреЛ рдкрд╣рдирд╛рдП рдПрдХ рддрд╛рдЬ

рдкреНрд░реЗрдордкреВрд░реНрд╡рдХ рд╕рдорд░реНрдкрд┐рдд рдХрд░рддреА рд╣реВрдВ рджрд┐рд▓ рд╣реГрджрдп рд╕реЗ рд╣рд░ рд╢рд╣реАрдж рдХреЛ рдореЗрд░реЗ рд╢реНрд░рджреНрдзрд╛ рд╕реБрдорди

Armin Dutia Motashaw
ЁЯЗоЁЯЗ│ЁЯЗоЁЯЗ│ЁЯЗоЁЯЗ│

SUBHASH CHANDRA BOSE

Charismatic, brave, and an outstanding leader was our Subhash;

Many, him adored and  admired, and said, " wah wah, Shabaash."

Under his able and fearce leadership, Indians, to gain Independence, had great "AASH"

But his sudden disappearance into the air thin made his followers "NIRASH"

Whatever the reason, wish we, wouldn't this horrible incident, "Kaash"

Fondly, we remember you;  accept, please, our "Shraddhanjali" rev. Netaji Subhash.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
ЁЯкБЁЯкБЁЯкБЁЯкБЁЯкБ

рдиреАрд▓реА, рдкреАрд▓реА,  рд▓рд╛рд▓, рд╕рдлреЗрдж, рдЧреБрд▓рд╛рдмреА, рдХреЗрд╕рд░реА, рд░рдВрдЧрдмрд┐рд░рдВрдЧреА рд╣реЛрддреА рд╣реИрдВ  рдпрд╝рд╣ рдирд╛рдЬреБрдХ рд╕реА рдкрддрдВрдЧ

рдкрд░ рдордЪрд▓ рдХрд░ рдЫреБрдирд╛ рдЪрд╛рд╣рддреА рд╣реИ рдмрд╛рджрд▓ рдХреЛ, рдЖрд╕рдорд╛рди рдХреЛ; рдЙрд╕реЗ рджреЗрдЦрдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓реЗ рднреА рд░рд╣ рдЬрд╛рддреЗ рд╣реИ рджрдВрдЧ

рдЗрд╕ рдирд╛рдЬреБрдХ рд╕реА рдкрддрдВрдЧ рдХреЛ,  рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдбреЛрд░ рдХреЛ,  рд░рдЦрдиреА рд╣реЛрдЧреА рдордЬрдмреВрддреА рд╕реЗ рддрдВрдЧ;

рдФрд░ рдХрднреА рдХрднреА рджреЗрдиреА рдкрдбрд╝рддреА рд╣реИ, рдорд╛рдВрдЬреЗ рдХреЛ рдвреАрд▓,  рддрднреА рдЬреАрддреА рдЬрд╛рддреА рд╣реИ рдпрд╣ рдмрд╛рдЬреА, рдпрд╣ рдЬрдВрдЧ

рдореЗрд╣рдирдд рдХрд░рдиреА рдкрдбрд╝рддреА рд╣реИ, рдЬрд╝рд╣рдордд рдЙрдард╛рдиреА рдкрдбрд╝рддреА рд╣реИ, рдмреИрдареЗ рдмрд┐рдард╛рдП рдХрд╛рдо рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛, рдЫреЛрдбрд╝рдирд╛ рдкрдбрд╝рддрд╛ рд╣реИ рдкрд▓рдВрдЧ

рдЙрдбрд╝рддреА рд╣реИ рдКрдВрдЪреА рд╣рд╡рд╛ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдкрддрдВрдЧ, рдкрд░ рдбреЛрд░ рдХрд╛рдЯрддреЗ рд╣реА рдЧрд┐рд░ рднреА рдЬрд╛рддреА рд╣реИ, " рдмрдЪреНрдЪреЗ, рд╕рд╛рд╡рдзрд╛рди ", рдХрд╣рддрд╛ рд╣реИ рдпрд╣ рдорд▓рдВрдЧ

Armin Dutia Motashaw
A great son to Mother India was born, on this day.
Swami Vivekanand we adore you, in every way.

May we practise your teachings, n  with us may it always stay.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
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