HAPPY NURSE'S DAY TO ALL THE FLORENCE NIGHTINGALES OF THIS WORLD.
Thank you for serving us day and night 24×7

N .. nurtures    back patients to good health

U .. ushers hope in every ailing patient

R.. resourceful, specially in rural areas

S.. sadly, not well paid neither looked upon by our society

E.. ever ready to serve every patient, even when she is herself exhausted.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

A FEW MINUTES OF INSANITY

Sometimes, just a moment or two of insanity request You I, to grant me, O my kind Lord.

Sorry about this request, but I am asking you this dreadful thing, like a patient, on my own accord

When the pain searing n unbearable becomes, to forget things, this moment I need

Blank may become my mind, devoid of all turmoils, thoughts n pain, please concede.

Help me to undergo thru' these painful torturing times, I sincerely request.

How do so many others go through this period, quite normally, will always be my quest !

Lord, grant me daily, some peaceful sleep; like a Mother's loving lap, for moments few, Yours give me.

I think I am going insane, so, O my Lord dear, do what's best for me; that which I can't really see.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

માડી ઓ મારી મીઠી માડી

હવે તો બસ બધું ભૂલીને, સુઈ જવું છે મને તારે ખોળે, મારી મીઠી માડી

આં બેકદર દુનિયામાં હારીને, થાકીને, થઈ ગઈ છું હું તો સાવ ગાંડી.

આં દુનિયા છે નિર્દયી, તારો ખોળો હૂંફાળો અને સુંવાળો; સુઈ જવા દે હવે મને માડી

ભૂલી જવી છે એ રાત ભયાનક અને બિહામણી, કાળી

ભૂલી જવું છે દુઃખ બધું, ભૂલી જવા છે ઝખ્મો બધા, જે આપે છે, પીડા ભારી

તું, બસ તું અને તું જ, હવે કરી શકશે દૂર, આં અસહય પીડા મારી

Armin Dutia Motashaw

It's a lie, or you are cheating yourself, if you say, "you don't have time "

If you don't take out a few minutes for your near n dear ones,  it's a crime.

Remember this well,  if you truly love, respect and for someone care ;

However busy, a few minutes with them, you will willingly n happily share.

SHOW YOUR LOVE N CARE BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

हर कोई वक्त के आधीन

हर कोई, इंसान हो या पंखी-प्राणी, सब है वक्त की चलती सुइयोंके आधीन

किसीने कहा, "पर तु, चिंता मत कर, वक्त होता नहीं एक समान, बदलेगा वो ज़रूर, एक दिन"

पर वक्त होता है बहुत शक्तिशाली, पल भर में कर जाता है सब छीन भिन्

छीन गया मेरा जीवन साथी, "अब सीख रही हु जीना अकेला मैं, तुझ बिन"

वक्त तो ज़रूर बदलेगा, पर लाएगा नही वो मेरे लिए, मेरा वो बिछड़ा हुआ मीत;

वो वर्ष, वो घड़ी अब गयी है बदल, सुने है साज़, सुने पड गए मेरे गीत

सुना था, वक्त बिछड़ोको मिलाता है, लेकिन वो ला न सकेगा मेरा बिछड़ा हुआ मीत

जो गुज़र जाता है, वो आता नही; स्वीकारनी पड़ेगी मुझे भी संसारकी यह रीत

मौत एक ऐसी स्थिति है, जिसके सामने, वक्त भी जाता है बुरी तरह से हार

रात के बाद यहाँ दिन नहीं आता, बदल जाते हैं लोक, बदल जाते है हालात, पूरा संसार।

यूह तो सूरज रोज़ निकलेगा, सवेरा भी रोज़ होगा, पर नज़र मेरी, ढूंढती रहेगी उसे, आर पार

क्यों कि जो चला गया, वो लौटेगा कभी नहीं, लाख कर लूँ मैं उसका इंतजार

Armin Dutia Motashaw

A PAINFUL DIVORCE

When parents divorce, children suffer the most.

Just because of greedy n aspiring people some;
Who ulterior motives had; a very prosperous state was divided, in fact forced to take a divorce.

Imagine the prosperity that would have been, with  integrity n a little tolerance; today we would be saying Jai Bombay presidency or Happy Bombay Presidency Day.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

SUNSET

Loved I to watch Sunsets, found them I, very romantic, filled they my very being with love; instilling n infusing love in every cell

From my rive-facing balcony, a multicolored evening sky, looked a la grande; as sunrays, shining n shimmering in the water fell;

One's own eyes, watch this magic has to; as one cannot simply describe, narrate or its beauty tell

It felt Heavenly, listening to soft lilting music, as, I on my easy-chair sat, enjoying breeze refreshing n cool

Admired I always, how Ahura magnificently paints these skies so easily, without brushes or kit, without any tool

One day, along with those swaying coconut trees, tried I, to paint this all; oh I was such a big fool.

Now these sunsets same; me,  into melancholy send; make me sad they; n down come tears streaming

Like a monsoon river, gushing in spate, uncontrolled, they from my eyes are often brimming

With your life-partner gone, days n nights, including these evenings, turn gloomy; this reality is now lost, to dreaming.

Armin Dutia Motashaw