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ચંન્દ્ર ખીલશે આજ રાત, તારાઓ સંગ આવશે એની બારાત

પણ મારો ચાંદ દેખાશે નહિ મને; એકલી રાહ નિહારિશ આખી રાત

ઓ ચાંદ, કહેજે મારા ચાંદને, એ દર્શન આપે મને, સોહામણી છે રાત

વાટકી ચાંદીની લઈ, દૂધ પૌંઆ સાથે રાહ નિહારિશ એની, આજ  રાત.

આવશે જયારે એ, ફૂલોની વર્ષા કરીશ; મહેકશે આખો જમુના ઘાટ

નૈનો બંધ રાખી, પ્રીતમનું સ્વાગત કરીશ દિલથિ, પકડી એમનો હાથ

નૈનો બિછાવી રાહમાં  પ્રીતમ, જોવું છું કાગ ડોળે હું તારી વાટ

દ્વારિકા નો નહિ,તું મારે માટે રહેશે મોહન, મારાં દિલનો સમ્રાટ  

AF  Dastur

WASTE NOT

You may have lots of money,  but things waste not.

Eat we may,  what we fancy; but food waste not.

Water supply round the clock use you may; but water, waste not.

Fashion follow, but think about the naked shivering; clothes waste not.

Heating,  cooling,  lighting up your home you may; but  electricity waste not.

Eat, drink & merry be, but remember,  everyday is not a feast!

Little food, spare for the hungry please, man, bird n beast.

Water try to reuse, from washing machines n RO  plants at least.

grow trees and plants few, every year, I insist;

To pollution reduce,  oxygen levels increase, must  be our endeavour least.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

આજની દયાજનક સ્થિતિ

હવે તો આવે છે નજર, દેશની બરબાદિ ના  આસાર;

ઉડાવે છે આપણી મઝાક, આં દુનિયા, આં આખો સંસાર

ગિદ્ધની જેમ અમીરો, ગરીબોના ભાગનો ખાઇ રહ્યાં છે કંસાર;

પડતી થઈ રહી છે ગરીબો અને  સાધરણ લોકોની વારમ વાર

અબળાઓની સુરક્ષાની વ્યવસ્તા છે ડામાડોળ, જાણે ક્યાં ખોવાઈ ગયા, આપણા સંસ્કાર!!!

ઘરડાં વડીલોની લાગી છે વાટ, પાઈ પાઈએ મોહતાજ કરે છે બિચારાઓ ને સરકાર;

ઘવાયું છે, જખ્મી થયું છે આજે, એમનું સ્વાભિમાન, સ્વમાન.

શું આં જ, પેલા સ્વપ્નોનું  છે, આપણું પોતાનું હિન્દુસ્તાન?

મેળવી હતી સ્વતંત્રતા ગાંધીજીએ, બીજાં અનેકોએ; ત્યાગ આપી, આપી બલિદાન.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

HAPPY DASHERA

Ravan destroyed was, because of his ego n  selfishness.

Unnecessarily he created umpteen problems n brought about lots of stress.

A great scholar he was,  who by Lord Shivji was blessed

Only if for attaining Sitaji immorally, he wouldn't have stressed;

He wouldn't die an untimely death at the hands of Ram.

So let us every moment remind ourselves not to be proud n remain calm.

**** the  Ravan within us  n inculcate the qualities of Ram in us.

From this DASHERA let us try to achieve goodness; destroying evil thus.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Kurush  Mama, gifted a cute little baby to Shez, that's you , my bundle of joy.

For me it was a promotion big, when in my arms I received the precious most toy.

Every one came to visit you immediately, long past mid night; this cute baby boy.

Rati Mami, was with me through out,  (you were born at  1.25 am  early morn).

Nurgesh Aunty on a wheelchair; n Nivi Mami came straight from a  party, when you were born.

All the Motashaws visited you at 3 am, in silence,  no music, just the car horn.

Delzu dolly, Burzee  Mama just to have a peek, even said, your siblings they were.  

Mami, Mama were  ever so helpful; n Navaz Mami,  cuddled you n you just loved her.

Wonderful it would be if  bless you could, your revered great grandparents Keki n Jer.

May  Ahura bless you with His blessings choicest n  all our dear departed ones too.

May you,  my lil champ, rise n shine to heights great; but remember to practise Parsipanu.

May you be the pride n joy of our family, the entire community n country too.

Loads of love n blessings from
Dae  Ma, Mummy,  Daddy.  Zoish

One Way

How do I tell you, of the love that is so deep in my heart?
How do I tell you, of my existence, you are the most important part ?
Darling, my sweetheart, to do this, I wish I was bold and smart.

Love is only giving, I agree; to you, I give it .
It's without expectations, I do agree; but wish in return, a wee bit.
Deny it not, on my death bed; my listless eyes, you will see lit (up).

How I wish, if not in reality, you will visit me in my dream.
All I need is a smile n a word kind; I ask not for the cream.
But darling dearest, instead you have built a wall, a ridge, a seam.

Invite you to smile at me and speak I, to-night;
In my dream, wish I to see your warmth n light.
Your arms around me; will make me feel very bright.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

A  SINCERE REQUEST

Sell your soul,  do not to the wicked satan please.

Be ware, dishonesty is actually a  dangerous disease

Remember, very painful and horrid are his payback fees

This money that you now usurp, tomorrow he will,  from you, cease.

You cannot with your dishonest money,  his palms grease;

With fright, with the seething pain, each day,  your agony will increase;

And your short lived so called joy will soon drastically decrease.

May awaken your temptation filled souls, that are given to him, on lease.

Even now, before it is too late, come out of this ***** muck please.

Dear ancestors,  Zarathushtra, Ahura n Yazads, help them to rise, please .

Armin Dutia Motashaw