માનવીને આદત પડી ગઈ છે, હર વાતમાં ટાંગ અડાવવાનિ, કરવા ખોટી પારકી પંચાત

બધિ ચીજો માં પોતાનુ ડાહ્પન  દેખાડવાની, મુશ્કીલ કરવા, કોઇ  સરળ વાત

દોઢ ડાહ્યાને  ચેન નહિ પડે , જ્યાં સુધી બતાવે નહિ એ, એની અસલ  જાત.

ભગવાન જાણે, શું મળે એને, ઊંડી  કે પોહ્ળી કરવા હર તિરાડ, હર  ફાટ.

નાની નાની વાતો નું કરે વતેસર, સગા સંબંધીઓ ને રંજાડિ, ભીડે બધાની સાથે બાથ.

પરમેશ્વર પ્યારા, શિદ પડે છે માનવને આવી આદત, આં ટેવથી  દુર રેહવા, આપજે મને સાથ.

Armin Dutia  Motashaw

A BATTERED SPIRIT

How casually n indifferently we say, "there was yet another
**** ;

Without feeling the pain, we just make a casual statement on tape.

Unbothered  we are, because our own are safe n in a good shape;

Imagine can you,  if someone your daughter,  tries to undrape !

It tears apart not just a girl's body; but shatters her mind n spirit into bits.

Flogged the culprits should be; a death sentence them truly befits;

For nothing less than that,  these rich,  powerful monsters would hit.

This heinous crime they commit n with their power n money a false story knit.


When this happens, it adds insult to injury n under an excruciating pain she reels

That's  why this a woman's spirit shatters n batters; to die would be better,  she feels.

Unable to bear this humiliation,  she herself into self imprisonment seals.

Her tattered body, mind n spirit with this harsh reality, seldom positively deals.


I implore,  every Mother her son should teach,  to a girl respect.

It is an absolute must to have a correct mindset on this aspect.

And teach we must all,  our daughters about its horrible impact.

How to safeguard themselves, be they of any age, or belong they may to any sect .

LET'S PRAY THE LORD IN US GOOD SENSE INSTILS.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Every reader of poetry,  pleeeeeeease do read one,  with your heart;

Of a poet's life, his/her feelings, a poem is a very important part.

Do not please sceptical be, or its grammar or spellings correct;

A poet expresses his views, his feelings, which on him, has had a deep impact.

Tries he, to a message share,  about something important that he really does care.

To  crush those delicate feelings, to be harsh on them; will it be really fair???

It is said that a poet reaches the darkest corner,  where doesn't reach the Sun.

Because of anguish, ire, feelings delicate, to read a poem may not always be fun;

Yet, request you I, to always read a poem with your heart,  not your head

Very sensitive is a poet about his work; for all his delicate feelings into a poem he has fed.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

फिर एक बार

आज  फिर से  मचा है राष्ट्र भर में   हाहाकार ;

सोचती हूँ, कब तक होता रहेंगा ऐसा अत्याचार;

देश की एक बेटी, बर्बाद हुई है फिर एक बार;

हुआ है उसका समग्र  जिवन, तार तार

पर अब तो लोगोको आदत सी हो गई है, सुनने की यह चित्कार!!!

शरीर नोचा गया, आत्मा घायल, मन घायल; यही होता है बार बार;

जब तक मनुष्यता नहीं जागेगी, यह तो होता रहेगा लगातार ।

मात पिता, भाई बंधु, पतिओ के लिए है एक ललकार;

जागो, खत्म करो इन वैशि दरिंदो को, नही तो होता रहेगा यही बार बार ।

दुर्गा, काली  बन जा तू स्वयं ; अब यही है एक उपचार ।

मर जाने से हांसिल कुछ नहीं होता, उठा हाथ और अब  तुहि उसे मार ।

ओ वैशि दरिंदो, तुमहारि बिमारी का अब ऐसे ही करना पड़ेगा उपचार;

न जेल, न  कानुन, हर दुर्गा, हर  काली अब तुम पर करेगी वार ।

Armin Dutia Motashaw

SHRADDHANJALI


Gandhiji n Shastriji  for our nation  bled;

Killed them, sadly our  brethren with the same red.

A loss great it was for our nation,  as they lay dead

Good,  honest people for the wicked are a  threat;

The dishonest n corrupt, these honest leaders dread

Removed they are, by killing them, by political heads

But live they, for ever in our hearts and our head

So that they forever  live; in history, they should be read.

A F Dastur

રોશન રહે, હર એક  પાક  આતશ પાદ્શાહ, કાયમ

આપજો અમને હર પળ, હૂંફ અને  રોશની  મુલાયમ ;

દોરવજો અમને નેક  રાહ પર, આપજો માર્ગદર્શન

ઓ  અહુરા પુથ્ર, રહે આશીર્વાદ તમારા હર ક્ષણ .

જાગે  હર અંતરમા પ્રેમ-અગ્નિ, ધરમ પ્રત્યે નિશ દિન

છું  અને  રહું સદા હું જર્થોસ્તિ ધરમ પર આફ્રિન

જ્વલંત રહેજો કરોડો સાલ, રોશન રહે સદા અહુરા નું નામ

હઝારો પ્રણામ હોજો તમને ઓ પાદ્શાહો, ઓ નેક નામ.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY  ***** BUDDY, MY  GRANDDAUGHTER

She is only nine,  and yet at  66, a friend in me, she does see.

Her  "ten year old toy",  she often cuddles; this she  cutely calls me.

Does my manicure, pedicure  and at times,  even applies  mehndi,

Makes  hair styles on my grey, to make me look trendy

We draw, paint, do  craft; and in singing and other creativities, also indulge;

At times, she rides upon me, calling me an alligator with  a bulge.

For a while uno we play, often also jumble words or  scrabble.

Whilst studying Geography with the game Atlas and  a globe we dabble.

But to make her actually study,  is a difficult task  indeed !!!

At times,  becomes she, a baby and feed her I have to; literally spoon feed

Insists she,  I share her food , lucky I am, from her  chocolate to get a lick.

Willing she  is,  even to share her favourite  popsicle stick.

My cheeks she pulls , or  my  neck she plays with,  calling me, "Fuzzy " ; her  pet

Anyone would fall in love with her charming ways; about this, I can  easily  bet

Armin Dutia Motashaw