On Kargil .... Today 26th July...

मानो सफेद चादर थी बिछाई, उसमे घुल गया गरम लाल;

इस लाल खून बहाके, सो गए उस चादर पे, अनेक माँ ओ के लाल

देशकी मिट्टी को पावन कर गए, यह बहादुर देश के लाल

क्या कहें, शब्द नहीं है, जो मरमिटे, अपनी बिविका सिंदूर मिटाके लाल

नमन हमारा हर शाहीदको, जो अपने खुनसे रंग गए माता को लाल

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MULTIPLE BENEFIT SCHEME

Pause for a sec, each time I do, before a tap I open and close

Without fail, to say kshnothro Ahure Mazdao, eveytime l pose.

Remember I each time before I switch on n switch off the light;

to Kshnothro Ahure Mazdao say; believe me, it's sheer delight.

Watering my plants, say I, "Ya Amardad Ameshaspand beresad"

And before I sign any paper, a Yatha, I pray, for me it is " farajiyat".

This will me protect against any harm; even if it doesn't make me wealthy.

Along with this a prayer small before n after food n bath, will help us stay healthy.

Benefits multifold are, our water, electricity, we save; plants a positive vibration receive.

And most importantly our children n grandchildren into their psyche, this conceive.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

IMPRISONED

In the beautiful blue skies I used to independently fly;

For me to travel all around; limitless was the sky.

Then suddenly, into a cage I was put in, by a wicked man.

You humans, this dastardly act, must immediately ban.

To make money quick, he clipped off my beautiful wings

Then proudly showed me around n says hear how she sings.

Oh man, I ask you, how would feel you, if put in a jail

I am sure you would put up a fight or painfully cry and wail.

Imprison us do not, just for a quick buck; instead us protect.

Trees are our homes, do not them chop; keep them intact.

Let us with joy soar in the open skies n on trees nest.

Our creator has made us for the skies, n He undoubtedly is the best.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

GURU PURNIMA

Be it Teacher's Day or Guru Purnima, accept my salutations please

Day by day, as older I get, my respect for seers, only does increase

For you all are that huge tree, that gives us shade n cold refreshing breeze.

Every parent and all our teachers, us initially teach n painstakingly mould.

If need be, for our own good, they may, us gently correct or even scold.

As parents n grandparents, our responsibility increases ten fold.

So let us into them all good things instill, n a good character build.

First of all, they have to good humans be, whatever may be their work-field.

Parents, grandparents teachers, Gurus it is we, who have their fate  sealed.

We build must a Nation, with values very high, and a character very strong.

It is our divine duty, that they don't go astray; not to let things slip or go wrong.

Teach them we must, to take care of the environment, on the way, all along.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

प्रकृतिकी रीत


मौत धीरे धीरे पास आ रही थी, मानो जान हाथोंसे छूट रही थी

प्रकृति ने हस कर कहा, यही उसकी रीत, एकदम सही थी;

भला, नदी कब सगरसे निकालके  पहाड़ की तरफ बही थी !

प्रकृतिने कभी भी, युगोसे, ऐसी कहानी कही नहीं थी ;

बचपन गया, जवानी ढली, वृद्धावस्थामे जान हाथोंसे छूट रही थी;

मानो, बुढापा कह रहा हो, रेत हाथोंसे फिसलती नज़र आ रही थी ।

यही है प्रकृति का नियम, यही जीवनकी रीत, सही थी।

अब तो दिख रहा है, मौत पास आ रही थी, और जान दूर जा रही थी।

Armin Dutia Motashaw

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

On Tapi Mata's Birthday......

ઓ તાપી,

કિનારે તારે, હતું મારુ અતિ સુંદર Cooper Mansion;

જ્યાં ખુલ્લી ચોખી હવા, મસ્તીથી લહેરાતી હતી.

જ્યાં તારી ઉપરથી વહેતો ઠંડો પવન, મન મસ્તીશકને આપતો શાંતિ

અહીં, સદા મારા રેડિયોગ્રામમાં થી, સુંદર સુર રેલાતા હતા

સાથે મોગરાનો પમરાટ, ખુશનુમાથી મનને કરતો હતો ખુશીયોથી તર

હતું એ મારું ઘર, એક પ્રેમ મંદિર, સુહામનું, પ્યારું મનઝર

તારે કિનારે, મારા વરંડામાં બેસી, ગાયાં મેં, હઝારો સુરીલા ગીત;

વિસરી શકું કેમ એ સોહામણો સમય, તારું અને ઘરનું સ્મરણ વસે છે જીગરમાં મારા હરદમ.

Armin Dutia Motashaw