MUSIC

MUSIC has always been my first Love, my passion .

To sing old lilting melodies is almost an obsession;

Sing I, those haunting melodies; which are evergreen in fashion.

Soft music grants me peace, sometimes it arouses compassion.

If the words, sorrow portray, I feel sad or doleful .

Also words, yearning for a lover, makes me feel soulful.

But those peppy dance numbers, do make me swing.

Them a  little loudly, rythmetically, I am prompted to sing.

Lord kind, help me sing with all my heart and soul;

May its effect also touch every listener's heart n soul.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MUSIC TODAY

Chaos these days, music they call.
Oh our standard, how so low could it fall !
Music, said is soothing to one's soul;
But today, to lower it's standard, has become our goal.
The same soothing  flow, which brings a glow;
Has unfortunately almost always, now become a woe.
O Maa Sharda Saraswati, help bring a change for the better.
Answer please my prayers, O Deen Yazad, through this letter.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

ON YOUR 13TH BAAJ

Mum Darling,
May Ahura always keep you in His loving arms.

He too, I am sure, must be enamoured by your many charms.

So loving, caring, how very sacrifing you always were.

Our true wealth, our treasure you were, our darling Jer.

Miss you very much we do, but live you are in our heart.

Of our lives, of this family, you will always be a part.

May you attain Goarathman behesht; our angel sweet.

Once again to dwell with you up there, will be a treat.

With your many virtues, you were a living angel, without wings.

Waiting to see you; To meet you n be cuddled in your arms loving.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

On a date,  I went out, with my beloved Bawa

He took me out to eat  Khaja made of pure "mawa"

Alongside we had pina colada; as "daru-dawa".

Then went to Marine Drive; not for a drive, only "chaalta, farva"

Knelt down he and requested me to him "warva".

Now my  beloved Bawa n I are going, to a house  "shodhva".

Afraid he is, I won't marry him, "to lagyo e jiv  barva"

Quickly I said, "aapare ek bija maate chhaiye taiyaar marvaa"

So now, whether BPP gives us a house or not, we are ready to each other
" panva"

Decided we have to, soon as possible, "lagan karvaa".

AF Dastur

MY BOMBAY

Please look around to see how killing is the heat

Look at the poor humans, birds and beast on the hot sweltering street !

That's why to plant trees n plants, at least one or two, I again repeat

Search you may, a corner near your home, society, road or near your office-seat

Plant a spider plant, Money plant, bamboo, and even gift your friends you meet

Let us, our Bombay turn beautiful; lush green and clean n neat

Trees n greeenery other also will help to, this awful summer heat beat.

If every Bombayite a tree plants, we can Rawalpindi or Chandigarh, easily beat

Should we accept this challenge??? Then summer heat will definitely retreat

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Loved you I, when you were my Bombay.
Loved I, every moment of that stay.
Today, it doesn't my own feel.
Why have things changed; it's now difficult to deal !
Wish I that beautiful Bombay of yore.
I loved it to the core.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY  ***** BUDDY, MY  GRANDDAUGHTER

She is only nine,  and yet at  66, a friend in me, she does see.

Her  "ten year old toy",  she often cuddles; this she  cutely calls me.

Does my manicure, pedicure  and at times,  even applies  mehndi,

Makes  hair styles on my grey, to make me look trendy

We draw, paint, do  craft; and in singing and other creativities, also indulge;

At times, she rides upon me, calling me an alligator with  a bulge.

For a while uno we play, often also jumble words or  scrabble.

Whilst studying Geography with the game Atlas and  a globe we dabble.

But to make her actually study,  is a difficult task  indeed !!!

At times,  becomes she, a baby and feed her I have to; literally spoon feed

Insists she,  I share her food , lucky I am, from her  chocolate to get a lick.

Willing she  is,  even to share her favourite  popsicle stick.

My cheeks she pulls , or  my  neck she plays with,  calling me, "Fuzzy " ; her  pet

Anyone would fall in love with her charming ways; about this, I can  easily  bet

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY CHAMP

My champ you always were, and will continue to, so remain

It seem may weird to some, or say they, I am insane;

But until my breath last, upto the end, you will, alwayssss my champ remain

Unassuming, simple, never ever money minded, was this legal luminary main;

Always stood up for truth n justice my Dad, tho' a legal legend, you were, with us, so simple n plain

With those great values, we match cannot; but many, we imbibe n have retained

May Mom n You, in heaven, to higher realms continue to progress, rise to higher plains.

Happy Father's Day Dearest Dad, we love and respect Mom n you.

Lovingly yours
The Motashaw Siblings n your grand kids.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY CHILDHOOD FLAME

From the time, into my life, suddenly came;

Need do not I, any wealth or fame.

All I wish to do is take your name;

And hence with every heartbeat take I your name.

How I very much wish, you too do the same.

Love, my love, do not give an excuse lame;

Or any circumstances, try to blame.

You are my only love; my childhood flame.

It is no longer puppy love or a game.

Yet love, one just cannot claim;

Neither can I try to  it acclaim.

Hence all I do is, with every heartbeat, take your name.

No one this can stop or my right claim.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Happy Roj nu Birthday dearest Coomi Mummy,

Lovingly cooked you dishes, so very yummy.

Tradittions, religious inculcation gave you, by practising.

Thankful we are for teaching us these countless things.

Indeed lucky we were to have your teaching, love n blessings.

Now teach all these things important I, to your great grandchildren.

May in Behesht, progress your ravan; mild and meek;

From there, send us your blessings; which  we  seek.

Your Loving Children.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Huge n grand it was, under those beautiful heavenly open  skies

On the banks of river Tapi, in  Mughlisera, Surat it now dilapidated lies ;

Known better it is as "Angrj ni kothi"; the East India factory; were its old ties!!

A  compound huge, with a garden; estimate you just can't,  its price !!!

How I wish,  it was actually mine, loved I every bit of it; specially its location n size.

Always admire I would,  those marvellous Sunsets n watch enamored the magical  moon rise.

Listen I often did,  to beautiful lilting songs of yore; on a stereo of high quality n price

Enjoyed I the breeze cool, blowing over the river,  as  I ate food, specially my Mom's Biryani rice.

And  most  of all, I enjoyed the glow on my Mom's face, whenever with my visit, I her surprised!!!

Oh wonderful were those days I spent with my beloveds, no one can ever quote their price

Miss I its beauty  n grandeur,  lures me that balcony even today; hope like Phoenix it will again arise.

May this dream come true,  may that happiness from nowhere again arise.

Aedoon Baad

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY CORNER GREEN

Treasure I very dearly , my little corner green

From pollution and dust, I try to keep it clean

It grants me peace; n feel here I calm n serene.

Love here I, to sit and relax on my quaint swing;

Listening to music; along with it, I often sing.

Definitely a huge beautiful  garden I would have, if I were a king !

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY CORNER GREEN

Treasure I very dearly , my little corner green

From pollution and dust, I try to keep it clean

It grants me peace; n feel here I calm n serene.

Love here I, to sit and relax on my quaint swing;

Listening to music; along with it, I often sing.

Definitely a huge beautiful  garden I would have, if I were a king !

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY CORNER GREEN

Now I just have a very tiny corner of  plants  green

Because gone are those trees, lush green.

That swing on my balcony with flowering trees was a place serene;

Cool breeze came in  which was oxy rich and very clean

Today, unfortunately  chopped off are those trees lush green

To have them around me, I was very very keen

To see the moon from here, it was a beautiful, picturesque scene.

Found I the moon alluringly beautiful,  enchanting right from my teens.

Request I everyone not to selfish become, don't be mean;

Please please please for Heaven's sake,  grow green .

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY DEAR YOUNG ONES,

O Young Ones, our entire entity is at stake

Marry a Humdin early n have kids 3 for Ahura's sake

Your selfish actions cause our ancestors a severe heartache

Our properties, our population you have to protect n safe make.

Please don't let this happen; to revive, an oath immediately take.

If we don't help ourselves; will someone else do it for our sake ???

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Reading a book, relaxing lazily I was on my hammock

A sqeal I heard; on peeping out, I got a real shock

Standing a little away, was an Elly small n a giraffe tall

Luckily they were both outside the compound wall

They looked cute, this Elly plump n Twigaa, majestic n tall

Frehan, who was in the resort, at Twigaa threw a ball;

This, for our four legged cutie pies, was a game; a play-call

The Elly caught it in his trunk, because it was about to fall

Now I kept my book aside, enjoying all this I was, from my hammock

When came the ball straight on to me, which Elly from his trunk, did unlock

Caught it I, n threw it back to Twigaa, who returned the ball;

Between the Twigaa and Elly, they didn't allow the ball to fall

Watching this all, was Zoish the animal lover, our cute little doll;

Besides her was standing Frehan handsome n tall, who wouldn't let the ball fall.

A video if made, would be a life time memory to this episode recall.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY FIRST LOVE

Frightening looks the face, that out Peeps from the mirror;

Is it really her ; the one who, so easily stole my heart away.

Lovely dimples, teeth like pearls; flashing  a million dollar smile.

Eyes expressive, speaking volumes, that reached out a mile.

Her figure, that of a mermaid,  was so very perfect.

Nature, sweet as honey; which in everyone happiness could inject.

Looked like a fairy she, minus wings; in a beautiful white lace.

Today hurts me to see her so obese, with a wrinkled face.

As a kid, she was my first love; though much older than me.

Adored her I, with all my heart; our age difference I did not see.

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

MY FREYANUSH

Freyu  fatkdo, is my hero, my darling champ.

Can't find a darling like him, even after searching with a lamp.

Sometimes too much of gym n running, cause my hero a cramp.

May Ahura shower His choicest blessings upon you, my son.

To play with him Scrabble, quiz, uno, cricket, is real real fun.

Though these days I don't like him playing with bow n arrows or a gun.

May you soon represent India as a chess n skating champ; play an important part.

May all your efforts reach the sky, like an arrow, or a dart.

Study hard, n reach heights great; pray daily, with all your heart.

WE LOVE YOU.
DAE & MA.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

PLEEEEEEEEASE JOIN MY GANG

Temperatures are rising, summer is almost at the door

This heat scorching is going to create an uproar.

To water provide to animals n birds, put a basin on the floor.

Bless you they will, from their heart's core.

Imagine yourself craving for water, in the heat; your throat sore.

Just a little effort and animals n birds of thirst, will die no more.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY HAVEN GREEN

Lord, Like us Parsis, endangered is my little haven.
Thanks to urbanisation, there won't now be this cavern.

Beautiful natural curtains they made; my green trees.
Gave me shade n cool, soothing breeze.

I will miss the cuckoo's coo, n my imitating; was so awesome !
Oh those many parrots, gorging on my favourite lavender blossom !

Those naughty squirrels running all around, playing hide n seek.
Those colourful birds chirping with their little beak(s).

Miss I will the entire clan of monkeys, with their young ones; oh what recreation !
Ahura kind, please save my little haven n Your creation.

If in the name of urbanisation, keep destroying Nature we;
Only concrete n cement jungles our generation next will see.

I love and treasure my trees;  this patch of green.
Keeps it, our atmosphere clean, peaceful n serene.

Feel I, in the lap of Nature, amidst my greens.
Lord, protect it please, to me a world it means.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Pray I,  close my INNINGS gracefully,  when it's time.

When the end actually arrives,  let peace be prime.

Let my loved ones be near by when your Angels come  to pick me

Let the holy " kalam of  ASHEM" ring in my ears, wherever I may be.  

Always keep me close by, within Your holy sight

Hold my hand n me lead to a direction that is morally right.

The  body turn will  cold; first feet, hands n face, then my nose.

May my eyes weak, see you before they forever close.

In peace, in bliss, may the ravaan rise; as from the  body to separate it tries.

Liberated will the " Ravaan" be, as under the wings of  Sarosh Yazad it flies.

May everyone say SAROSH YAZAD PANAHBAAD.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

ON YOUR BIRTHDAY, MY DARLING JER......

LOVE YOU MOM

Oh so scared I was, of how a MIL would be; & that too, after hearing stories weird, so many!

But our beautiful bond till you left for heaven, was so sweet, out of this world, rather uncanny!

Not just for Shez, even for Kayu, Shaunlet, Burj, Yazu n Burzee you were a wonderful Granny.

Your love so tender n genuine was; that even without saying, understood me, you !

Mom, here you were an angel without wings; but now a pair, surely, most definitely, have you;

Only thing is, now in them, I cannot see you; but you know, miss you immensely, I do !

May you to higher realms progress; n now that Vispi is there, you will be looking after him too.

Miss you all very much, I do; & awaiting I am eagerly, to join all of you.

Yours
Anar

On Roj Anneran  Mah Amardad, proceeded you towards your Heavenly home.

Disappearing just like a bubble, as if you were made of foam.

It is 15 long years since, yet seems as if it's just days few.

Time flies, they say, it heals too but your absence,  I still rue.

Oh my sweet heart Jer, my Mum, I simply can't forget you at any rate.

For others you were my  Masi Sasu; but for me my darling,  you were my soul mate.

Wherever thou art in  Heaven, progress well n happy may you there stay.

Bless me always from there, n when it's my turn, come to fetch me on that day.

Your Anar,  who adores you.

Happpppinezz unto you Jeru Jaan

"हम आप के है कौन "; perhaps applies to our relationship;

So very close to my heart, yet difficult for others to it accept.

Vispi's Masi, yet you soon became, my everloving Mom;

Darling in words express my love or feelings, I just cannot.

Indeed lucky I was, to get this unconditional love from you, darling Mom.

Remember you several times every day we, after 13 years of your departure;

That itself speaks volumes about you, my sweet heart.

Of our existence, you are an inseparable part.

All I request Ahura is, to hold you lovingly in His loving arms.

To keep you happy for ever n ever; n in my life to grant you again.

Wherever you are, stay blessed; n plenty of happiness gain.

Your children, who love and adore you; who pray for a reunion.

Vispi, Anar, Shez

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY JOY

YOU darling, are my precious most toy;

You are Ahura's blessing, for me, sheer joy!

  Very valuable you are, my most favourite toy.

You definitely have stolen my heart,  my darling boy.

God keep you healthy, happy n safe my boy.

Thank you for bringing all these beautiful moments n joy.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY KITE

A girl small, requests her uncle for some "manja" and a kite.
Then goes up to the terrace quietly, choosing a lonely site.
Writing something on the kite, when away from others sight.

She then tries to fly it high up to heaven, in a hurry;  with a push light.
The kite finally soars up, Heavenward; after some struggle n fight.
Suddenly her family, after a long time, see on her face a smile bright.

The kite now, far away is, and zooming to a height;
When suddenly it is cut off and is soon out of everyone's sight.
When her they approach to console, see they, a smile bright.

Surprised they are n dumb founded, to see her dancing with all her might.
Ask her they, why happy she is about this; on seeing this plight.
Replies the cute little girl, my kite has, my mother reached; n will soon be in her sight.

I have sent my love n asked her to return; with ink blue on this kite white.
Soon, o very soon, the kite will reach Heaven, n will be within my mum's sight.
With tears they hugged her; knew they, nothing could be done, about the orphan's plight.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

My life entire, I spent mostly in dreaming .

Dreaming by day; at night crying n screaming.

Invited you often by day, to you at night see.

Nights I wished to dream about you; but sleep eluded me.

Drift I would; n between wakefulness n sleep sway.

Peace, dreams, happiness were actually miles away.

Even today, I am dreaming my life away.
For loving you, what a price, to pay !

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY LIL CHAMP

Wishing you all the very best, my Lil Champ.

Please keep your spirits high, not damp;

Because I wish to certainly see you on the ramp.

Know I, you couldn't attend your camp;

But do you will well; cause you are my darling champ.

Stand you will first, this I affirm, with a signature n stamp.

Darling there is no one like you; even if search they with a lamp.

Please drink enough water so that you don't get a cramp.

Pray, then just do your best. You will definitely be on the ramp

Once again, all the very best, my sweet Lil champ.

Blessings n best wishes
Dae n Ma

The sweetest Lil Chef is here.
O my, he is such a dear !
Love I would to dishes eat, by him made.
Actually I wouldn't mind working as his aid.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

My Lil Miss Masseuse.

Thaaaaank you Zoish.

Hot and uncomfortable I was, so my lil masseuse gave me an ice massage.

Hot and humid it was, so she comforted me with an ice pack large.

Lil Ms Masseuse, my feet into cold water, tenderly dipped;

And cool water applied all over my body; also some I sipped.

Suddenly the sweltering heat reduced n things were not too bad.

In all my life, this was undoubtedly the best massage I ever had.

With her love and tenderness, the strokes so caressing were;

For this, with great pride, award I the Nobel prize in Massaging, to her.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY LITTLE HERO

Annoyed he gets, if our batsman gets out in a zero.

He loves to smash fours or sixes ; I love my little Hero.

Though he is great at speed skating, he loves cricket.

My Lil champ, to go for Nationals is all set.

He is also a chess champ, at level district.

To go further, he needs practise intense n strict.

Wish him I, always in life,  all the very best.

Sweet heart, life itself is a very big test.

Pass it you must, with hard work, prayers n clarity.

Pracise Parsipanu, in fields all, specially charity.

Remember my jaan, your Ma loves you most dearly.

Wishes you all the very best in life, alwaysssss; most sincerely.

Your Ma.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

O my little voice, every moment, prompt me

O mind sharp help me to this hear n truth see

O Ahura, help me always, is my sincere plea

Armin Dutia Motashaw

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You and only you have been my love since I was eighteen
Almost half a century, that has been.
And yet, during this time,hardly you, I have seen.

Love you why so much; I do not know
My love to you, I cannot express or show
Ask I, to the Lord, this seed, why did He sow?

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY LOVE

What's first Love, I wouldn't know.

All I know is, you are my only love.

Cupid's arrow pierced once n  stayed there, within.

Entered it there; and, stayed there,  right in.

Wonder I, how can one fall in love again n again

Even if I ever tried it, surely it would be in wane.

So you are my only love, whom I lost my heart to.

All I can tell you is, with all my heart, I love only you.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

"Happy birthday,  my dearest Coomi Ma", with all my heart I wish you ;
And pray, "May Ahura in His loving arms, always keep you."
Miss you very much, I do and love you very dearly too.
Hope through cosmic vibrations, my wishes reach you.
Your ever loving daughter,
Anar.
Armin Dutia Motashaw

My Mithra

Help me O kind Ahura to forget events n things painful, which hurt; remember let me Your miracles n the umpteen number of gifts received from You, my Lord.

Let me show my gratitude n not my dissatisfaction.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

You definitely are my favorite BAWA, my dearest hubby, Vispi.

Glad I am, you have no vices, no smoking, no whiskey;

For most Bawas and Banoos enjoy" having a chuski".

Angry I get when you tease me n others; behaving like Miya Fuski.

But proud I am, when you are ready for me, to do a "Kushti"

May Ahura keep you happy n healthy n full of " Tofaan-Masti".

Thank you ever so much for loving me, your wifey.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Happiest happy Roj Birthday, my dear old man.

You know well, I am your die hard fan.

May this year for you be the best so far

Hope it gets you kuddos many; n many a star.

May health, wealth n happinessssss alwayssss be with you.

Remember please, a visit is long pending n over due.

HAVE A BLAST. HAPPPPPINEZZ ALWAYSSSSS

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY PRECIOUS PEARLS

Labour of my love, a precious pearl is every poem that I write,

Ahura, Din Yazad, Ma Sharda Saraswati, Baba guides n shows me this light.

Some poems happy may be, some sad, some pensive, some actually light

Eternal love, eternally famous lovers, or on a romantic moonlight

On environment, Nature, on topics social or  on women's plight

Also on soldiers, Armed forces, martyers n leaders of might

Parents, grandparents, relatives, friends who make my life happy n bright

Imagination wild that takes me on a lengthy , uninterrupted flight

Help me O Ahura to keep writing; may every reader enjoy n think right

Armin Dutia Motashaw

These days, avoid looking at my hands I, now so bare

Loved you n I both, at the shining red bangles, to stare

Also never to remove them ever, I took great care

Many you would buy; even place special orders;

Many with diamonds studded at the center or at borders;

It was joy n happiness sheer, for me a precious fodder!

You have for ever gone away, taking away my precious red

Very sad I feel, looking at my bare hand n your empty bed

I secretly often wished, instead of you, I could be dead;

For loved life you, much more than I did; in many ways

A crazy foodie you were n a traveller, ready with bags always

Memories there are aplenty of all the fun filled days.

MAY YOU STAY HAPPY N PROGRESS ALWAYS.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

ON  ROSE DAY

From you, if ever I had a rose,
Hold it I would, to my heart close.
And many beautiful poems compose.
With it in my hands, for a picture I would pose.
As such I love flowers, specially the rose.
And that too, if it was from you; a red rose !!!
With a note," this for you, I specially chose".
Chose it for you I did, my darling rose.


Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY SALUTES
(For our Brave Armed Forces)

Salutes aplenty from me, to these souls, brave, daring and bold.

Know I, have these Fauji- families, minds of steel but hearts of pure gold;

But in steel, in iron, these, hearts they somehow, painstakingly mould.

Sadly, very shamefully, some politicians have, to an extent, this Nation sold.

God, please help our  Armed Forces, these brave men and their families. With respect great, I them hold.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY SAPLING

I am your loving guardian, your Gardener;

Who awaits to see a sapling bloom, as if a baby it were.

And you of course , my most precious sapling are.

See you I wish to, blossom, bloom n spread your branches far.

Tender, loving you are, sweet as sugar or honey.

Sometimes giggling, crying, angry or even funny.

Everything is a game, be it sleep, studies or time for feed.

I your gardener painstakingly will tend to all your needs.

May you blossom to be a great Parsi, n an Indian great too.

May Ahura always shower His choicest blessings upon you.

Your Gardener, your Ma

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Every parent Grandparent every one who is tending to a child is a Gardener and the child a precious sapling

MY SAPLING

I am your loving guardian, your Gardener;

Who awaits to see a sapling bloom, as if a baby it were.

And you of course , my most precious sapling are.

See you I wish to, blossom, bloom n spread your branches far.

Tender, loving you are, sweet as sugar or honey.

Sometimes giggling, crying, angry or even funny.

Everything is a game, be it sleep, studies or time for feed.

I your gardener painstakingly will tend to all your needs.

May you blossom to be a great Parsi, n an Indian great too.

May Ahura always shower His choicest blessings upon you.

Your Gardener, your Ma

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Holidays over, children returned; and lonely was I.

Many times felt like crying, I would very often sigh !

To make it easy, gifted I was, by my friend, a cute little pup.

Our friendship began, when  ran I, to him feed, some warm milk in a cup.

Soon became we friends great;  inseparable, very close.

Most faithful n loving he is; ever ready to fight foes.

Looks into my eyes deeply he does, wagging his tail.

Curl he does in my arms fat, hugging me without fail.

Knows he my intentions, before I say a word; he is really smart

Now, I love him with all my heart; of my life, he is a part.

Human friendships most, are commercial n conditional.

My cute pup, I call him Scampy, fills my life with love unconditional.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY SQUITTY

Awww, so tiny you were

Almost bald, with hardly any fur.

Frightened you were, shivering on the ramp

Scared I was, somebody on you would stamp.

Awaited we for your mother to come along

Awaited we till office closure; really long !!

To protect you; home in a cage, I brought you.

Oh you tiny one, you escaped from under the door too.

On an impulse quick I caught you n gone was my fright;

Worried we were, for you, how to things set right.

In a cushioned basket small, we settled you down.

Named you we SQUITTY, and redefining a proper noun

Soon you moved all over the house, all around,

Scared we were,. so away we kept you from the ground

You hid under Mom's pillow and crawlled all over

On my hand you would sit; and around Mum hover

Enjoyed we your holding n  drinking milk from a dropper;

like a baby, holding his milk bottle, comfortable in a romper.

Oh those were such beautiful days, it's memories I cherish.

After you were gone no other pet we kept; your memory we do ravish.

In our hearts, for ever fondly you dwell n lay.

In Heaven protected by angels, may you happily stay.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY SUNFLOWER

Sunshine friends one easily gets, when things are gay.

Ma, you were my Sunflower on a cloudy day.

In happiness or sorrow, your shoulder n lap, I could anytime borrow.

Now find  cannot I someone who can share my loneliness or sorrow.

In weather bad, you took me protectively under your wings.

Depend on you I could, for just about any thing.

For me, you were always there, to count on.

Helpless n lonely I feel, after you have gone.

My darling Sunflower, happy always may you, in heaven remain.

Until we in Heaven meet; from up there, help me to bear the pain.

Your loving daughter
Anar.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

My Mithra

After your prayers, become a person, bit better

By doing this you will definitely become a trendsetter.

Throw away anger, meanness, jealousy, ego n pride

See and ascertain that because of your behavior, no one has cried.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MY THOUGHT I WISH TO SHARE

Not a lion or a tiger, but man, is the most cruel animal.
There are even men some, we call a cannibal.
They eat other men as food, for their sustainance ,  survival.

But imagine killing a new born babe or an unborn foetus !
That's not like eating chicken, fish or an octopus.
I think, we need to bring a change in our attitude, in us.

We terrorise people, or cruelly squeeze them we .
Excruciating pain n torture on others, many love to see!!
Even compel we some poor, to their organs sell for a small fee.

Shouldn't we pause and about our actions think ?
Remember we must, that between God n man,there is a divine link.
Goodness, kindness, compassion in our hearts n minds, may hopefully sink.

Armin Dutia Motashaw