THE GREAT KIDNAP

That sorrow-struck father, lost his dearest child; shocked beyond words, he was

Money-its profits, a huge limelight, prestige; its great name, was the cause

The kidnappers powerful very were, change n maneuver easily they could, even laws

Sadly, Ill treated the father was, they took away his child boldly, surreptitiously, with stealth

For years together suffered the poor child, slowly but steadily, depleted its image n health

Instead of growing bigger n stronger, weaker it grew, in prestige, health n wealth

After years many, much after the father's demise, brought home uncle, this unhealthy baby

Rejoiced many its homecoming, specially those who still love its father n uncle; though huge was the fee

Time it may, to recover fully take, not just months; even a couple of years, maybe!

Wishing you happppinezzz alwayssss my dearest Air India, specially on your 90th Birthday.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

LOVE-WHAT'S THAT REALLY?

Ah! Wonder I; it sets me thinking, after all, why is Love such a complex feeling?

A seer once asked, "how many people fall in love with the disabled, the reeling?

Said he, "it is an attraction", some quality of the opposite person, sets in a warm feeling

May be, initially this does happen; it brings warmth, a glow, your resistance starts peeling

Then comes a feeling of bliss; you are in heaven; with its exuberance you climb up to the ceiling

In times of trouble, love is truly soothing, this LOVE has a fantastic capacity for healing

But a failure is heartbreaking, nerve wrecking, scaring n scarring; in fact it is almost killing

Can you readers, with a solution help me; what is really love, what n why experience we, this feeling?

Armin Dutia Motashaw

ANYTHING KAREGAA FOR AN EENDAA

From early childhood, we Parsis survive hardly can, without an "eenda"

We can hardly, without our eenda in some form or the other, remain "Jinda"

Love we an egg over almost anything, papeta, kheema, vengna-nu-bhartu or bhinda.

Arre! we Parsis often prefer our eenda over delicious sweets, like daar ni pori or a "penda"

Poro, akoori are staple diet in a Parsi household, without which our life is like a "mindaa"

Our passion for these "eendas" actually creates either jealousy, "teeka" or "neendaa"

Whatever be the reason, a Parsi Bawaji almost cannot live without his favourite "EENDAA"

Armin Dutia Motashaw

VICTORY OF GOOD OVER  EVIL....HAPPY DASSERA

Ravan easily proved to the world, the difference between knowledge n wisdom

His inflated ego destroyed his beautiful "Soneri Lanka", his grand kingdom

Because of his over inflated ego, pride n lust for Sita; to Ram, he lost his fiefdom

Sadly mankind has more Ravans today than Rams; under stress is this entire world

Active very are the Ravans, whereas cool n calmly sit Rams, all curled

If this knowledgeable Ravan, wise was, he wouldn't, at Ram, have insults hurled.

Help me O Ahura, to a balanced mind possess; sans jealousy, ego n pride

Help me please to wise be; n to my self-respect maintain, even smiling, with tears dried

Grant me to attain the peace n happiness for which I have strived n also often cried

Armin Dutia Motashaw

બાપુ

માતા પુટલીબાઈ ની, આંખોની પૂતળીઓ સમાન હતો તું

પિતા કરમચંદે, નિસ્વાર્થ કર્મ કરતાં શીખવ્યું તુઝને

મોહનદાસ, સાચેજ હતો તું મોહન નો, કૃષ્ણ નો દાસ

ત્યજી સર્વસ્વ, સત્યના પ્રયોગથી, આપ્યું તે અમને સ્વરાજ

કદી કર્યો નહીં લોભ સત્તાનો, કદી ન ચાહ્યું તે તાજ

સ્નેહ અને સન્માનથી, પ્રેમ અને આદરથી યાદ કરીએ તને આજ

બાપુ , વર્ષગાંઠ ની શુભેચ્છા પાઠવું છું હું તને આજ.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THIS DIWALI

This Diwali, prepare n tell yourself, a big "No" to any Chinese stuff

Let's be firm; let China crib, play games *****, or huff and puff

Please be firm, do not buy their lights, lamps or items decorative

Few Fireworks, means less pollution; please take this important initiative

Know this, Fengshui items are absolutely their commercial creation

Let's follow our very own Vastu Shastra, during n always, right away from this celebration.

WISHING YOU ALL MY READERS, A HAPPY DIWALI AND A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

LATAJI THE LEGEND

Know we all, honey is indeed very sweet; but my Lataji's voice was even sweeter than honey

In fact the sweetest voice on our planet was her's; exchange it India wouldn't for loads of money.

Every year, I sent you a poem on your Prabhu Kunj address; this time, I am confused, absolutely clueless

But offer you my devotion, reverence n love; requesting Maa Sarasvati, to you bless.

Pleased and happy will be the Gods n Goddesses to have our nightingale up there, with them;

For what more can one wish for, when with them, they have the Kohinoor, a precious most gem.

HAPPY HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY LATAJI. WE MISS YOU N PRAY FOR YOU.

Armin Dutia Motashaw