LOVE YOU DAD


(BAAJ on  Roj Ram, Mah Khordad)

Time helps us to cope up and move on; but my wounds haven't yet healed.

Twelve years is a fairly long time; that time was given, to me heal; but didn't yield.

Fail to understand His ways I have, under trauma immense, I reeled.

When Mom left us, you n Jer Mummy helped me,  with  the loss to cope.

But  alone n orphaned I felt, the day you left; for support, I did *****.

Drowned in sorrow,  helpless I felt; when for your survival there was no hope.

Put up a brave front we often do and to strong remain,  we  pretend;

But actually in reality need we our guardian, a gardener who to us  can  tend.

That loving hand I will always miss,  who  guided me at every difficult bend.

In  Heaven, happily with Mom  may you always spiritually progress.  

Guide us n help us siblings to here live with your principles high. We shouldn't digress.

These days, during these times trying,  everything just seems to be in a  mess.

Your Anar prays, Tamune Goarathman behest hojoji.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

So very enchanted I am, with your charms;
Die I wish to, in your loving arms.
When I, my eyes close, wish I, to see your face.
Feel your warmth n love before I end the race.
That be will the last chapter; the last phase.
You know, thereafter, you I won't be able to chase.

Come my love to me, before it is too late.
To call out to you; I may not be in such a state.
This wish cherished I have, since last many years.
Plead to you I; look at my eyes, full of tears !
Come and hold me lovingly; release me of my fears.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

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LONGING

A longing there is,  to now home, quickly reach ;

For this to You, O Ahura Mazda, I implore, I  beseech

Forgotten, I have the looks of my home, its dimensions, my batting pitch;

Its colourful and fragrant gardens; oh, and also,  was there a beach?

Forgotten I have those beautiful faces of angels, with whom perhaps I did play;

Or in those meadows besides the stream, with friends, where I did lazily lay

Are those gates still huge? Will they, me an entry permit, or keep me at bay?

To those, my dear ones,  who receive me will; I do have so many things to say.

Today on ROZ n MAH FRAVARNDIN, to all revered Ravans, I say a prayer quick;

"Is the flower or fruit ready ? Eagerly waiting, I am; when will You, me pick?"

Half burnt , old, and worn out is the lamp; weak is its overused wick

Now, there is a longing to get home. Perhaps I am homesick.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

HAPPY HEAVENLY 105th BIRTHDAY

Happy Birthday my angel divine, as always, I wish you all the very best.

On this Earth underwent you many a trial, tribulation and test,

Send you I, lots n lots of love; wish you I peace, progress n even some rest.

Ma, your love n strong support I very much miss; but glad I am, undergo you didn't, this pain

Afraid I am, bearing it would wound your heart n soul; making you insane.

Trying my best I am, to brave become, n my composure regain

Happy n blessed may you always stay, til we meet.

Your ever loving daughter,
Anar

MAGIC OF LOVE

After watching a heartwarming clip;
Gladdened I am, sweetly very,  smiled my lips.

An innocent child love so much, can bring.
Bells of joyfulness, glee n warmth in our hearts ring.

Even an unhappy  heart so relaxed feels.
Helps me this innocent embrace a great deal.

"God dwells in innocence"; this is so true.
This is the best way, to happinessssss brew.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

A glane by chance was enough, to me attract.
Then, from my thoughts, I couldn't you subtract.

Attract me you, like a magnet; automatically.
Sway my thoughts towards you, dramatically.

Wonder I, what is it that draws me towards you !
Why doesn't this same effect, happen to you ?

Understand I do not, this magnetic effect , so strong;
Can someone please help me, tell me, is one sided love wrong?

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Aaje chhe Mah Amerdad, Amerdad roj,
Kar door,  o Ameshaspund, maro dil no boj.
Dhara ne lili karva, kariye ame nitya khoj.
Lilotri vadhari, bun tu amaara par dilsoz.
Dhara ne banavi lilichhum, khushali failav roj -roj.
Manu tumaro aabhar jivan bhur, hur roj.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

(only for the like minded)

IT'S MAHARASHTRA/GUJARAT DAY TODAY

Bombay Presidency was divided by the then politicians, those so called experienced n wise;

It would have been a huge big united and prosperous   state, otherwise.

This togetherness would have brought about a feeling of unity, prosperity, oneness.

I think, may be then, the rate of farmers, committing suicide would perhaps be a little less.

Divisions further divides people; they create not just physical separation, they create separation in the hearts n minds too.

A divided India, weaker will become; with language, caste, religion and many other such barriers; remember please, states will further divide me, from you.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MAKE OR BREAK

It is entirely upto us,  whether we wish to make or  break

With some sugar,  butter and flour,  one can make a delicious cake;

Or on the computer,  one can create an image beautiful yet fake.

It's in hands of one,  to bake a real cake delicious; or a colourful image make.

It's one's own life, and decide how to it spend one must; for one's own sake.

Relations with good feelings we can create or with words harsh break.

The goodwill n trust in business we can create or an existing one break.

Thoughts, words, deeds good, with a loving mind create; an attempt make.

Ensure must one, qualities good, tender n loving must  be always  kept awake.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MAKE THEIR DAY

A kind act each day, will really take us a long way.

Just go ahead and do it; you don't have to think or say.

Help someone at home, with a face smiling, make their day.

At school, college, work support someone; make their day.

Lend a helping hand please; offer a seat to someone on the way.

Help a poor man with a vocation, it will make their life, not just a day.

Buy a balloon from the pavement n gift it to a child; make their day.

Life has many odds, many difficulties, a helping hand will make someone's day.

In turn, your Karma n the kind Lord Ahura Mazda will make your day.

Aedoon baad

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MANGO, THE KING OF FRUITS & HAFOOS/ALPHANSO  IS THE EMPEROR.

Sweet as sugar,  luscious, with a mouth watering taste n flavour; are insufficient words, to a Mango describe;

Sometimes tangy, sometimes sour, but when ripe, often sweet as sugar; can't describe a Mango aptly, this scribe.

As kids, we were often, this offered, as a reward/award or you may say, a lucrative bribe.

Summers scare most of us in the tropics; but jackfruit and mangoes lure us beyond this unbearable heat;

With "Aam panna, Baflo, lassi, chhash, nimbu-pani,"  one can somewhat, the summer heat beat.

If we have many many more Mango trees, an "Aambawadi", is actually a wonderful, a truly good retreat.

So let's not just enjoy the fruit, let's also plant its seed.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MANGO

Salute you I do; "O Shenshah o ke  Shenshah";

Mango, king of all fruits, tastiest is,  hence a Shenshah;

Delicious, sweet, mouthwatering, like sheer nectar you taste.

There is hardly a part of you that is utilized not, or is a waste.

The pulp of course is undoubtedly the best, as compared to the rest .

Wonderful are your  jams, sweets, candies; n "aam ras" definitely is the best.

In season this,  not to be able to eat you, feels like a grave grave sin.

The seed, beneath the cover hard, is excellent medicine;

O Mango,  your skin, cows, goats, buffaloes happily devour.

Eating you whilst still green is real fun, with salt n chillies...tangy n sour;

Mouthwatering is that taste; "baafla" also very healthy is.

Will you folks collect mango seeds n sow them pleeeeeeease.

Armin Dutia Motashaw.

MARTYR

Died here he, to save you  and me

Truly a very brave heart, was he

His bones and ashes somewhere here got to be,

May be by his blood, watered was this tree.

Sad, his parents, his wife n siblings couldn't him see.

Miss him all their lives they will,  which you and I don't see.

SALUTE I,  EVERY SHAHEED OF INDIA TODAY ON THIS SHAHEED DAY N EVERYDAY .
JAI HIND,  JAI HIND KI SENA.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MASKS

Masks; most people actually wear three

One to show this world our false face; be it in sorrow or glee.

Another one for our close associates; some secrets locked with a key;

The original self, a stained soul, yet the ego hasn't been set free.

Carry we many branches, though we are that one big tree.

Lord help us please to set our faces without masks, make-up free.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MEDITATE

A few precious moments to meditate, pl. do spend

A helping hand to a needy or troubled, sometimes lend.

Required we are to do this at all times, at every bend.

Our mistakes try to accept we must;  n them amend

Try not to ever hurt anyone; man or beast, do not offend.

Instead, good wishes n vibrations to every creature send.

Armin Dutia Motashaw.

O Meher Yazad divine, may Your light spread far and wide
May it enlighten us, to see Nature's positive side.
So that, by Ahura's rules and  regulations, we abide.

Show us the path of Ashoi and help us follow it; grant us the vision.
Forgotten we have the principles and practice of religion;
Light our way and grant us the much required passion.

Open our eyes please ; n Ring into our ears the warning -bell
Help us to revive the principles ; and our tenets practice well.
Help us please, to increase and in numbers, swell.

Aedoon baad

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MEMORIES

Years of separation, really matter do not;

Picturesque memories in our memories,  one can jot

Memories these beautiful, linger with us, life long

Remain etched in our hearts they do,  like our favourite song;

Sing along which we do, all  the time, all the way.

Loving memories of our beloved ones, with us always stay.

A constant stimulation,  n freshness this does give.

Dearest ones,  within the cockles of my heart, you for ever live.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MEMORIES

Memories are treasures of the heart;

Of our existence, they are an integrated part.

Enter they deeply our heart n mind, like a sharp dart.

Precious, them I tenderly look after n carefully cart.

And often bring them out I do, in the form of this  art.

Hold them dearly I do; though that's not a move smart.

Good memories, I can't let go; of my existence, they are a part.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MEMORIES MAD BUT "MITHHI"

The clock constantly, nonstop, ticks. Sometimes, it even beautifully chimes

It is those which you treasure, cherish, savour; it is indeed those past precious times !

Memories loving, naughty, full of fun, some very cute little trinkets, costing just a few dimes

The food tasty, yummy,  that your mum very lovingly made; its taste you savour lifelong

Those ****** limericks n rhymes you created, still stay with you; so also, your mum's favourite song.

That laughter crazy, those expressions insane, all the silly jokes hang on, until that last gong.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MEN IN UNIFORM

Do feel his exasperation  n pain

Out he is in heat, cold or rain;

Chasing or protecting men, be it on road or a  lane.

An honest man, hardly  can money gain;

Many dedicated,  honest ones are injured, a few slain .

Cooperate,  understand let us,  their  suffering n pain.

This cooperation  should be our intention main.

Armin  Dutia Motashaw

मेरे बाबा,

तु ही बता मै तेरे द्वारे, द्वारका माई, कैसे आऊ

दिल में जो है, शब्दों में उसे मै ढाल न पाऊं ;

ओ साई, तुझे छोड़ के जाऊं तो कहां जाऊं ?

लिखा कुछ, पकड़ के हाथ , तब मै तेरे द्वार आ पाऊं

ओ मेरे बाबा, आशीष से तेरे, तेरे लिए आज मै कुछ लिख पाऊ

शब्द हो तेरे, हाथ भले हो मेरे; उनसे मै कुछ लिख पाऊ

सुरीली धुनमे इन शब्दों को पिरों के, तेरे लिए आज कुछ गाऊ ।

दीजिए ऐसा वरदान, मै तुम्हारे गीत और भजन गाऊ

अपनी ही धुन में गाते गाते इन्हे, मै तेरे दरबार में आऊ ।

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MERRY  XMAS

Peals of laughter, we hear, as the bells toll,
Xmas is here, once again ; Santa may call.
Request him I will, to grant us, prosperity n peace.
May all our troubles n tribulations forever cease.

Dear Santa, the world today, for peace of mind yearns ;
Yet to achieve the same, no one wishes, to ways learn.
Gift us with thoughts, words and deeds good.
These definitely, most certainly, change the world would.

Armin Dutia Motashaw.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

It was a cold windy day and Fariz was walking home in quick footsteps. He was already late and his darling Mom would be anxiously awaiting his arrival.
It was really cold and Fariz had put his hands in his pocket to save them from getting cold. As he walked, he remembered how his Mom gave him Xmas gifts (from Santa of course,) every year. It was a wonderful feeling. Just as he was thinking he heard the squeaking of a puppy. "O the poor little thing must be cold I guess".
He looked around; if a shop was still open, he could perhaps get some milk, but everything was closed. It was Xmas eve. The puppy was still crying. His feet automatically drew towards that little helpless creature. His heart cried at what he saw.
The little pup was trying to awaken his mother, who was stiff dead. His heart broke and tears rolled down his eyes. On an impulse, he picked that little pup and cuddled it. He put it close to his heart, under his jacket. Fariz was about to leave, when he heard another cry. Lo behold !  Oh my God , there is another one too. He picked it up too and warmed both of them as he briskly walked towards home.
He was now close to his house, just a few blocks away. As he was crossing one home, he heard two little voices, talking to Santa. One of them said, " oh Santa, I can't put a stocking up for my wish; for I wish to have a puppy". His sister said, "I can and I will put up mine because I want a cute teddy."
Listening to them, Fariz immediately put one puppy down at their entrance, rang the bell and ran away saying, " ** ** **." When the little sibblings opened the door, their joy was indescribable. They screamed and danced around the little creature with joy. Their mother came out to see what was happening and was extremely surprised to see a cute live puppy. She picked it up and brought it in. The children were over joyed to have a real puppy.
Fariz watched all this and quietly went home.
His Mom was eagerly waiting for him. He walked in, took the little puppy out of his jacket and said, " Mom, This is Santa's gift for you". I remember you giving me one for years, now it's my turn.
They both quickly gave the cute little pup some warm milk and got busy, making him a bed. Fariz asked, "Mom what will we name him?" Mom said, "Rex, because my Mom had a dog, called Rex, whom she dearly loved".
Oh wow, it's gonna be a great Xmas ! as they cuddled little Rex, and said, "shhhh... Wait till Dad gets up to see him".

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MILES TO GO

Many, many more miles to go, trudge on dearie,  sometimes with tears, n sometimes with smiles.

Come in life ours will, many more difficulties,  tests, tribulations and trials

Rocks first, then hillocks perhaps, many hills n dales too. Oh, it's gonna be miles!

Face we will have to, hills n mountains too,  before our ravaans/souls, absolutely purified get

Many a deed, from our "Karma," bank-balance  fulfil we will have to, before we are all set.

Reincarnate to lessons learn many more, each time in a way different; it's not an easy bet!

Ahura  n our angels help n guide us will; n know I for sure, succeed one day, we definitely will

Prepare us O Daadaar Ahura Mazda; for cross we'll have to miles; it's gonna be a tough drill.

"Anar" pleads, help and guide us O Parverdegar, to successfully go through this grill

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MILES TO GO

Said a poet, " miles to go before I sleep"

When thought about this I; n into myself did peep;

Into a trans I went; into myself I then withdrew.

Felt like asking the Lord I, "when I die, will I have to rue"?

Pray I to Ahura, guide me please, show me the path right.

Lord, You know it all; but awfully short is my own sight.

The purpose of this life, do not know I, help me please.

Help me O Ahura kind, help me much before life does cease.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MIND YOUR LANGUAGE

To swear and curse, or shout loudly, easy is.

Difficult very it is to say thank you, sorry and please.

But a lil self-control can help us a great deal.

As children learn what they see, think and feel.

Careful we must be, with our words and actions

If pick our  language up, our children; we will hear... Interjections.

So mind our language let us, for our Childrens sake.

Or suffer along with them we will,  a severe heart ache.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MIRAGE

My life entire I spent dreaming away, oh my God, what a waste !

As a kid thought I, absolutely fabulous n fantastic was my taste !

In a glance, just a glimpse; fell in love I did, in a moment of haste !

Love you I did immensely; but you were actually a mirage, not a reality

Perception faulty was mine; nowhere between us, there was any equality

You had nothing to do with this; you were a mirage, just living in the same city

Sad, out of proportion was growing, this one sided love of mine

Never did you invite me for a date, or with you to even dine,

Crazy was my love; patiently thought I, one day things will definitely be fine

But shadows cannot an actual shape take; a mirage always will so remain

Life yours, had no place for me; in it, an entry I would never be able to gain.

Alas! on a mirage, my life entire I spent; frustrated, in excruciating pain.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MIRROR IMAGE

Faces we have three; external, internal n for people close.

The one for outsiders, is the one, with a mask you compose.

The other one is where shed off some of the mask; making foes.

The original is your true self; what you actually are.

Your character  is what you are, look within; need there isn't to go far.

If you painstakingly build it; with a seer, my dear, one can be at par.

But slip if you, become you will, your own biggest foe.

Look within or into a mirror, and your true self you will get to know.

Slowly but steadily build your character n be you will, a musk-doe.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MISS YOU'LL I DO

M om Dad miss you all very much, I do.
But there is very little I can do, except rue.
Life so cosy n comfortable was, with your arms around me.
Strong n safe roots I had n protection of a huge tree.
I miss you all tremendously.
All the children now without parents, will share my feelings unanimously.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Nothing in World is bigger than the Shelter of Parent's love...!!!

MISUNDERSTANDINGS

If  misunderstandings are born n somehow grow ;

Don't let them develop,  out them at your earliest throw ;

Or grow they will,  if  them you hatch or  in the  air blow.

Sit down at your earliest and them discuss, in a note  or sound low.

Destroy we,  relationships beautiful, if we let  misunderstandings creep  in n flow.

May our relationships and friendships ever grow and glow.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Misunderstandings  are very much a part of life.
Cause they in relationships, a lot of strife.
These misunderstanding s, if solved not, can to even a divorce lead.
A person sane, sits and solves; n towards them, pays no heed.

Solve them as soon as possible, right away.
Do not let suspicion n ego into a good relationship sway;
Or a price very heavy one may have to pay.
The world, a much better place will become, if clear this day to day.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MISUSED

God, gave us intelligence,  we sadly misused it

Destroyed we Nature, flora, fauna bit by bit.

Our ego, pride n boasting into Nature's frame didn't fit;

So this tiny lil virus, to us a lesson teach, developed grit.

Today  our entire pace, our economy, by corona is badly hit.

Learn quickly a lesson we must or Nature dump us will, into a pit.

WAKE UP,  SHAKE UP OR BREAK UP.

Armin  Dutia Motashaw

Instead of fighting against each other;

we should be fighting for each other.

DON'T LET ANYONE MISLEAD US....

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MOM & DAD

Love you I and miss you a lot.

In your absence, tears I have fought.

Thank you darling Mum n Dad for all the joys you brought.

Thank you for the unconditional love I got.

TAMNE VAHLAO NE GOARATHMAN BEHESHT HOJOJI.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

A Mother, gives us, her all; next to Ahura, at her feet we must humbly fall

Even though short n petit, you darling Mom, in my eyes, stand very tall.

Carrying us, your beautiful figure, your body turns into an ugly ball;

Yet you sacrifice it all n give us your best; running at our beck n call

Moms, my darling Moms, more than anything, I love n adore you all

Armin Dutia Motashaw

No one has tomorrow seen,  all we have is this moment

Let's make the best use of it; that's why good vibrations  I have sent

Armin Dutia  Motashaw

Oh mornings I actually dread
With worries, fills my head.
On my tender heart, every day he treads.

Starts picking up faults, big n small
He says, I am filled with them all.
Continuous bickering, sarcasm I get them all.

Dreamt I, of love n laughter; fun n frolic
But get I,  an emotional  mental Colic.
To bear the brunt, his frustration, I am a living relic

That's the reason, now mornings I dread.
Of them, I am mortally scared.
Tears me he emotionally to shreads.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Mornings I really fear and dread.
Upon my feelings, his bickerings tread.
The hurt so painful is, to wake up I dread

That very thought of again being hurt scares me.
A dose of admonitions I get, with my cup of tea.
Instead of brightness, boring dullness n pain I see.

Lord , what do I look forward to, tell me please.
Suffer I every morning, from this horrid disease.
From this awful fear of the mornings; me, please release.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MOST IMPORTANT

A request small ; but most important, to all, I make.

Can you help the environment n the poor, for Ganesha's sake.

Let's help by being a part, in keeping our Earth pollution free.

Make a mud Ganesha, n reuse the mud to grow a plant or tree.

A chocolate, cake, or icing-sugar Ganesh can be dissolved in milk n as prasad, can be given.

Help me; share this so that into many minds this can be driven.

Thank you for joining me in keeping our Earth healthy.
Please feel free to share more opinions, new ideas.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

A MOTHER HAS A VITAL ROLE TO PLAY. IN TODAY'S CIRCUMSTANCES.

                         MOTHER DARLING

A mother is a mother, just cannot be compared to any other.

Of course, you can rely on your father; but a mother is a mother.

An angel for her child, protecting it in a stormy weather.

Even if weak n docile, courage tremendous she will gather;

if endangered are her kids; anyone, she would try to smother.

Most lovingly, carefully, she, her child moulds painstakingly

sacrificing her own priorities and pleasures most willingly.

She even goes through pain n suffering, smiling endearingly;

teaching them the true values of life firmly with care; lovingly.

Accepts she, her child even if ugly, giving love unconditionally.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MOTHER DARLING

A mother is a mother, just cannot be compared to any other.

Of course, you can rely on your father; but a mother is a mother.

An angel for her child, protecting it in a stormy weather.

Even if weak n docile, courage tremendous she will gather;

if endangered are her kids; anyone, she would try to smother.

Most lovingly, carefully, she, her child moulds painstakingly

sacrificing her own priorities and pleasures most willingly.

She even goes through pain n suffering, smiling endearingly;

teaching them the true values of life firmly with care; lovingly.

Accepts she, her child even if ugly, giving love unconditionally.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

O Armaiti divine, in Your safe hands, You, this world lovingly hold.

Protecting us from all extremes, be it torrential rain, heat or bitter cold.

Please listen to my prayers, and plea; my hands, unto You, I reverently fold

Know I, mankind has become callous, selfish, jealous, most cruel n cold;

displayed this is, very obviously in their attitude brazen, so bold.

Generously give us You, water, food, crude oil, iron, minerals, metals other like gold.

Ungrateful we are to  You, our conscience is Dead; to the satan, it we have sold.

Several times through Your actions mild or wild, this to us, You have told;

Even with Your actions, You punish us severely or sometimes gently scold.

Forgive us, n on this day auspicious, I beg You, to now keep us lovingly, in Your fold.  

Armin Dutia Motashaw

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MOTHERS

Mothers are divine, that's why it is perhaps said, " A mother is a mother, like her, there isn't another"

Of course, Ahura's blessings also come in the form of wonderful fathers, sisters n brothers.

Mum, thanks a million for leaving your spiritual duties n coming down for me, from up above

Ma, I have words sufficient not; for your protection in forming for me, that envelope of love

That loved n secured feeling that I get, that wonderful, comforting, reassuring feeling you give.

May be it's this bond, that's there, right from the time, me, your little baby you did conceive.

Thank you, darling Ma, for requesting Ahura n even leaving aside your heavenly duties for your lil girl.

I am indeed so very thankful for this envelope of love, where, in your arms, I can, so very comfortably curl.

Your  Anar

Armin Dutia Motashaw

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO YOU MY ANGEL.

Wonder I, if someone asked me,

" Hum Aapke Hain kaun";

What would I them tell ?

She is My Masi Sasu !!!

Anyway, this World never would understand.

Mum, you were my soul mate, my everything.

Wonderful were those years I spent with you.

Remember I, how Vispi even teased you;

He said I was your daughter n he, your son-in-law

No Mom love would  their children, like you did.

When to heaven I come, receive me with arms open.

Love you and miss you my Jaan, I very much do.

Your loving daughter who adores you.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

TO ALL MY DARLING MOMS

From up there in  Heaven , please, my sincere wishes accept

I also thank the person,  who started this concept.

Though mother's Day should be a part of our daily regime.

May my love  rise up n reach you all, in the form of my poem, a hymn.

Said it is , God made mothers to represent Him, n it's really TRUE.

My darling Moms I shall always love and adore you.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MOVE

This Christmas, let us move from me to us

Move to protect our environment, by not cutting Christmas trees.

Move to feeding Turkeys not eating them away.

Move to buy little gifts for the poor street children, when we buy for the family.

Move to get back our old parents home from infirmaries or old age homes.

Move to rebuild relationships with old friends and relatives whom we have ignored.

Move to plant at least ten trees to save ourselves n our children. To increase oxygen levels.

Move to save sweet water by reusing it in many ways. E.G. From washing machines to flush tanks.

Move to make things better, brighter and our Earth a better place.

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

MUM,
It's been 13 years, you closed your eyes, forever today.

Just when I left you for minutes two, after an entire night's stay.

Consoled me, many people, that's usually the way.

One leaves this world, whilst the dearest one is away.

Your presence forget we cannot, in our hearts you lovingly stay.

Our home, your memories hold, at every nook n corner; in the clay.

Life goes on, but there's a vacuum somewhere; though I don't say.

May you always be happy. For your eternal progress I daily pray.

From Heaven, send us your blessings, every moment, every day.

Your children who love you most dearly,
Vispi, Anar, Shez

Armin Dutia Motashaw

👩‍🍼👩‍🍼👩‍🍼👩‍🍼👩‍🍼

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM, NOW, FAR AWAY FROM ME, IN HEAVEN

I remember gifting  you a soft  baby pink sari, on your birthday in 1978, the first one, after I got married and came to Ahmedabad.  You were everyone's Jer Masi; but I couldn't stop myself from calling you Mummy. From that moment,  you were and will always be,  my dearest darling Jer Mummy.
You meant a world to all 3 of us.  You were the Sun and we, your planets.
Wherever you are, we love you,  and send this divine love to you.  Vispi is perhaps lucky enough to be able to reach you and wish you in person. Though far away, (in fact, don't even know really where!!!) But you are in our hearts.  Miss you very much, I DO, my friend, philosopher and guide,  my angel divine, who fills my heart with her unconditional love. Who took a frightened little girl in her loving arms and kept her there forever.
Love you  Ma n miss you.
Waiting to unite.
Yours
Anar.

Oh ! how very often and why do we grumble?

Otherwise, slowly we unpleasant words  often mumble;

Or like a wasp or bee, below our breath, softly just bumble.

Or with a verbal diarrhoea,  nonstop words, from our mouth simply tumble

But care great we must take, like a pack of cards,  not to crumble.

At times, in our desperation, or anger for words, we fumble,

Before we actually speak,  think we must often, or land we will in trouble.

Always remember to God thank for His grace, right away, for life is a big bubble.

Towards people whom think we  may are insignificant,  we aught to be humble.

Armin Dutia Motashaw