SHOOTING IN THE DARK

Guesses I keep making about all of you; but without any reply from your end

Good morning n good night messages hundreds; and many others too, I send

Do my prayers reach you all, do these prayers happy make you or help you ?

Exasperating it is, these one way messages; and frankly speaking frustrating too

There's no one to help n guide me, no one to understand my feelings too

These days, keep s hooting in the dark my questions I do

O Ahura, Your help I desperately seek; help me please; will You?

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THIS IS LIFE

When you die, people many will tears shed, some may cry n yet a few may even shriek

This for days few will go on; people generally good about you also speak

Then this sentiment slowly dies, it becomes very feeble, absolutely weak

Even your own kids will away give your treasured things, in the coming months or weeks

Once every year offer food to a crow they may, who dips in the "kheer" his beak

You may be garlanded, with a sandal wood garland, after being captured in a frame sleek

Your grandchildren remember you may vaguely, a memory blurred n weak

Perhaps some inquisitive one,  may questions ask; and your details seek.

THAT'S THE END OF YOUR STORY.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

सो गई है आज, चिर निंद्रामे लताजी, हमारी स्वर साम्रगीनि

शांत हो गए हैं सुर, चुप हो गए हैं साज़, रो रही है रागिनी

आज तो दुःखी है संगीतकी पूरी दुनिया, खुशी किसीने छीन लिनी

हर राग रागिनी रोते है, हर गायिका का गला रुंधा हुए हैं, कहाँ चली गयी उनकी संगिनी

अमर हो गई, आज शांति से सो गई भारतकी कोकिला, अपनी स्वर साम्रगीनि।

Lataji I will always love न adore you

Armin Dutia Motashaw

CORRECT ME NOT

If people us often correct, even for our own betterment, we like it not

Like it we not, because it addresses our pride and ego; or it touches  a soft spot

In annoyance, due to this stubbornness or ego, we are in a web caught

Instead, take this if we, as a well intended, genuine correction, as a  lesson taught;

Help us it will to forge ahead; so pamper your ego n pride, please do not

Both aspects, well considered should be, so let our ego keep correcting others not

Dump let us our ire, ego, jealousy, suspicious behaviour into a big ***;

Seal it for ever and ever, bury it deep in the soil; to again open it  not.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY FLIGHT OF IMAGINATION

Imagine how wonderful this world would be, without any terror n fright

If people travel could freely, without visa; just hop on to any flight

With my very own wings to fly, reach I could those Himalayan heights

If hungry, reach an orchard I would, filled with fruits, for a meal nourishing yet light

Spend I would summers in Switzerland or Kashmir, under soft sunlight

Winters in the warm waters of Mauritius or Maldives, would be comfy; n a lovely sight

But with covid all over, all around,  my dreams could crash, sad would be my plight

Hopefully, the situation soon changes, n things soon turn bright

Armin Dutia Motashaw

देश के वीरोंको अनार का सलाम

देखता कहाँ है तू , के
तू है हिन्दू , सिख, पारसी, ईसाई या मुसलमान

हर हाल में, तू है बस एक हिंदुस्तानी, और वतन तेरा है, हिंदुस्तान

रखता है तू, तेरी जान पे खेलके, तिरंगा का मान सनमान, उसकी शान

ऐ वीर, देश को हैं तुझपे नाज़, तू ही है हमारे देश की आन बान शान

जब हस कर होता है तू देशके लिए शहीद; सलाम करता है तुझको सारा हिंदुस्तान

मिटाके अपने आप को, हो जाता है तू अमर, तब गाता है वतन तेरे गुणगान

प्यारे देशवासियो, इन देशप्रेमियो के लिए चलो हमभी इकठ्ठा करे कुछ दान

कर्तव्य है हमारा भी कुछ, उनके कुटुंब के लिए, जिनके बेटे हो जाते हैं हस्ते हस्ते कुर्बान

गर हर हिंदुस्तानी करे दस रुपियों का दान, और अमीरो करे ज्यादा दान

तो व्यर्थ होगा हर शाहीदके कुटुंब का, देश के लिए दिया हुआ बलिदान ।

Armin Dutia Motashaw

HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY

May our beloved Tiranga, our Indian National flag, always, for ever fly very very high;

Higher than the great Himalayan heights, in independent India's, wide open sky

Accept my salute, my respect, as you, our revered Tiranga, rise into an azure blue sky, to fly.

Our soldiers with their blood protect you at the cost of their life; no one can you, ever buy

A soldier's brave parents, wife, siblings, children soberly accept n don't even openly cry;

When our brave hearts sacrifice themselves; when for Bharat Mata, our shaheeds die.

Wrapped they come stately in this Tiranga grand, as they quietly in their coffins lie

We owe a lot to this Tiranga; on this Republic Day let's pray forever the Tiranga flies high

JAI HIND, JAI HIND KI SENA.

Armin Dutia Motashaw