एक बहनका दर्द; उसकी आहें सर्द, उसकी सिसकियां, जरा सुनिए....

काश वो उसके भाइयो को सुनाई देती,  उन्हें महसूस होती

आजके दिन भी, मुझे एकभी भाई याद नहीं कर रहा है; रिश्तों की खो गई है एहमियत

या तो इस बेकदर, व्यापारी दुनियाकी, बदल रही है, नियत

अब यहाँ हर चीज़ है बिकाऊ; वक़्त तो बड़ी तगड़ी किमतमे बिकता है, मानो हो कोई महँगी कैफियत

काश वो थोड़ी फिकर करते मेरी, तो यह असहय दर्द कुछ तो हल्का हो जाता;

एक मिनिट मेरे लिए भी वो लोक निकालते, काश एक फोन मुझे भी आ जाता !

ऐ मालिक, तू तो है दयालु, कृपानिधान;काश तेरा यह गुण, हम इंसानों में आ जाता !

इस कठोर दुनियां में, अचनाकसे थोड़ी कोमलता, कहीं से आ जाती

साथ उसके मेरे लिए, मेरे भाई का, घड़ी भर का वक्त भी ले आती ।

तो एकबार फिर बचपन आ जाता, खिल खिलाकर जल उठते, यह दिया और बाती ;

भाई मेरे, भले मुझे करे न करे याद,
मैं तो, भेज रही हूं उन्हें मेरा प्यार और आशीर्वाद।

Armin Dutia Motashaw

QUIT INDIA

Quit India was a strong, nation wide, very huge, n massive protest;

Closely knit, united was our entire Nation, at its very best

Because of our unity, with flying colours, we passed this test;

But the Brits digest couldn't this, so divided us they by making us fight

They at us, threw a bone called religion; licked this we, fighting for every bite

Foolishly fell into their trap we did, every dog, trying to hold that English bone tight

Unfortunately so very blind we became with rage, that our common sense use we did not

Quit India they did, but destroyed they our peace; that bone, a problem permanent brought.

Fighting for that bone, which is, in our throat stuck; we in the spider's web are caught.

Reawaken if we using our sense common, perhaps this Motherland will, a super power again become

Self-restraint, discipline, love and understanding we need to use some

O my fellow Indians, come lets get together once again , please together come.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

SELF-RESPECT

Between personal gains n self-respect, undoubtedly I choose, my self-respect

In preference to egoistic, famous, rich humans, I prefer an ordinary cultured sect

Yet many people choose the rich, who are rude, arrogant; n others ill-treat;

Instead of their treatment shabby, befriend I will a person kind

To show-off, may be these rich ones, at you, flaunt may their wealth; many such you will find;

But prefer I those folks ordinary n simple, who with all their heart, will us befriend.

What ever be those factors luring, I seek my self-respect, from beginning to end.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Dedicated to the little Pup Brandy

Brandy, cute Brandy, you little darling are sweeter than sugar- candy

But entire day scream we; n run around you, saying, "Brandy, Brandy"

Little darling, you are more intoxicating, than that alcoholic drink, Brandy

Freyu n Zoish are eagerly awaiting n even searching for you, a dandy

Your Mum, Shez says you eat almost anything n everything except a "kakri"

That's why Brandu, she says, "you are perhaps not a doggie, you are a "bakri"

The moment says Phil, "Brandy I love you", wag you excitedly, your tail;

Ma loves you too little one; it is "Brandy Brandy" all day with love we wail

Armin Dutia Motashaw

खुशी, प्यार और अपनापन बाँटिये

अपनो को, प्यारसे, अपना बनाके रखिये, पराया मत कीजिये

थोड़ा वक्त निकालिये उनके लिए; कुछ तो समय निकाल लीजिए

Armin Dutia Motashaw

OUR LIFE

In life lucky are the ones, who have problems n difficulties few;

Most people have crosses to bear n carry, on the way, often adding anew

In every life, many "Karmic" payoffs and tests in life are, all along due

O Ahura kind, help us face them, taking things willingly in our stride

May we, like children good, by Your rules n regulations, all life abide

So that, by the end of our life we are spiritually purified

Armin Dutia Motashaw

ACCOUNTS

O Ahura, help me please, to all my credits, debits, every account, keep clear;

So that come up I can and see You, in a state happy, without any fear.

I know keeps someone up there, our account of every deed, in detail

Help me please to keep clean my slate of accounts; so that my train doesn't de-rail

gets it, a signal green, clear is the path, when my soul towards heaven does travel

When reaches my soul up there,  the accountant, my personal account will ravel

Hope I, to have a catchet of good deeds; with Your ever helping hand;

This certainly secure a place in Heaven will, when my soul there does land.

Armin Dutia Motashaw