HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY

Anyone who has taught me something or the other is my TEACHER.

So here is wishing all such greats a happy Teacher's Day.

Thank You Mum, Dad, my Grandparents, uncles and aunts; specially Dosu Pappa n Nahna.

Then I thank all my teachers at school n college, Docs n bosses at work.

Nurgesh Aunty, I learnt a lot, because of you n your colleagues.

My most sincere thanks to my Jer Mummy, who was my soulmate, who encouraged me to start writing.

To Bhupendra Sir, Tehmi Mum n MannaDa who blessed me with music lessons n the love for music.

To Ramiyar, my friend, philosopher n guide

And to each n every one who taught me something or the other, specially all who encourage me , with my writing.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

ON THIS TEACHER'S DAY

T...Thank I wish to,    all who taught me, throughout life.

E...Extremely grateful, I am, to my parents, my first teachers; n my family.

A...Also most grateful I am to my Jer Mummy, for all that you taught me n the unconditional love bestowed upon me.

C..  Chanelizing me towards religion, you did, Dosu Pappa, thanks a lot.

H.. Happy you made me Bhupendra Sir, by bestowing your musical knowledge unto me, I am indeed grateful.

E.. Everyone who taught me something, directly or indirectly is my teacher. I thank each one of you.

R.. Ramiyar, for every religious matter, I refer to you, my friend, philosopher and guide, thank you ever so much.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY

Everyone in some way, is a teacher and also a  student.

To learn things good we should be students eager  n ardent.

Teachers, lots of knowledge, in subjects varied, to us impart.

Our  Mom is our first teacher; from here,  education starts.

Learning is continuous; knowledge an ocean is; not a tank.

Today, this opportunity I take, to sincerely all my teachers thank.

A  very big thank you to everyone who taught me something.

It's from  you  TEACHERS,  that this fledgling has got beautiful wings.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

TEACH ME

Teach me to kind, loving and caring be
Teach me to, in others, always positive n  good see.

Teach me to happiness create;
By helping others, to change their fate.

Teach me to be innocent like a child.
Teach me to be with everyone considerate n mild.

Elders a little more love, attention n care need;
With our actions, in our children, let's sow this seed.

Teach me to in prosperity, humble remain.
In sorrow, excitement or anger stay sane.

Teach me, to become a beautiful human being;
With qualities good in us, that You expected seeing.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Cry when I, it lightens my heart.
Of this heart,  sorrow is now a part.

Then think I, is it alright to cry?
It's better, if your tears, you dry.

And use this very time, to some needy's tears wipe.
This help will me n him, to a new poem type.

When help I a needy, joy fills my heart.
Now joy, not tears, are of my heart, a part.

Armin Dutia Motashaw.

Happy Birthday Tehmi Mummy ( Roj Gosh, Mah Dae)

It's thirty years you left; it's been long, of your lap, I am bereft;

Snuggle I would, from right or left; to reach, I had developed a deft.

Time matters not where love exists, for love is beyond time;

That's why Mom, failed death has, to separate our bond, so strong.

Safely in Heaven may you live forever; in Ahura's loving arms;

Progress may your Ravan under the guidance of our Yazads

We love you and miss you; but wish Dad n you happiness n peace.

STAY HAPPY, STAY BLESSED

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Mummy,
Twenty eight years, seem just the other day.

It was this day, when, from us, Ahura took you away.

In Heaven, progress n always happy may you stay.

Hope to meet you there; when come there we, one day.

Miss you and hold you in our heart we, each and every day.

From:
Your loving children.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

TENANT

Live we in a rented home, our body, it we call.

Our soul, into our body, God does stall.

Released our soul is, when our body does fall.

This departure or transition, death, we call.

When our body, our home, so lovingly we nurture;

Why can't look after our soul we; n it's future?

Our soul, a diamond is; our most important n real future.

Decorating body parts is like buying expensive
furniture.

Tenancy rights, try to hold we should never.

Think of ourselves we must as souls divine, not bodies clever.

Know we must that our soul from our body, can anytime sever.

Merge it must with the Almighty, for ever and ever.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

TENANT

Live we in a rented home, our body, it we call.

Our soul, into our body, God does stall.

Released our soul is, when our body does fall.

This departure or transition, death, we call.

When our body, our home, so lovingly we nurture;

Why can't look after our soul we; n it's future?

Our soul, a diamond is; our most important n real future.

Decorating body parts is like buying expensive
furniture.

Tenancy rights, try to hold we should never.

Think of ourselves we must as souls divine, not bodies clever.

Know we must that our soul from our body, can anytime sever.

Merge it must with the Almighty, for ever and ever.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

TENDENCY

Tend we very often, to just the surface see.
Know we all, beauty skin deep is, destroyed can be.
Change our pattern of thinking, our thought process, shouldn't we ?

Disturbed you are, if a sheet or pillow ***** you see.
A baby, on your clothes, has vomited or on the bed, does ***.
But sleep peacefully you may, when covered by a sheet clean, you see !

Makeup, very well accepted is ; though heavy is it's fee.
Because tend to hide our own blemishes often we.
Expensive clothes, make-up, fashions; as a result , we see.

Our mind's eyes, train we must; so that, truth we see.
Like Nature, in everything, the good we need to see.
If succeed we in this ,n our tendencies improve, spread we can glee.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Thank you one n all; I gratefully say.
For wishing me, as I turned 65 yesterday .
it is indeed good wishes, that count.
When together; the effect does mount.

Armin.

Dearest Vispi,

Time flies, years pass, it's our 41st Roj anniversary today.

We have now turned fat, roly-poly, ugly and grey.

Now the spark in our eyes, dim Is becoming, day by day.

Happen what may, but our friendship n love is here to stay.

Thank you I do, for being a wonderful husband, what else do I say !

May we through thick and thin, good n bad, always together stay.

MAY AHURA BLESS US TODAY AND EVERY DAY.

Yours Anar.

THANK YOU

I do not know how to go about, I don't know what to do;

there are a million reasons, where I need to thank You.

And to show you, that I am extremely grateful too.

We humans, for ever request you, to things for us do.

About every small wish, we often rue;

And disappointed easily get, when wishes don't come true.

Help me, O my Ahura kind, to grateful be to You.

Remind me constantly, what's best for me;  always do.

Let my faith in You, waver never; let me always fully trust You.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THANK YOU
(After Shaun's wedding)

Thank You, o kind Ahura, for Your blessings many.
Without them we would't be able to do things any.

Thank you Mom n Dad for blessing your grandson
Everything, almost perfectly was done.

Our prince of Wales has got home, his bride.
May she always stand, by his side.

Aedoon baad.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THANK YOU O MAZDA

Wish I do not, to eat delicacies, on a gold or  silver platter;

It will perhaps make me egoistic,  proud or at least, make me fatter

Thank you I most sincerely  O Mazda,  for the rice, dough n batter.

Happy I am indeed with the goodies granted, n of course my bread, jam n butter.

Foodies we are, n granted us You have aplenty; nothing there  is to  complaine or mutter.

A sincere request I make to people like me; waste food do not, let it not go into a gutter.

Food, water n clean air, O Ahura, are Your precious gifts unto us mankind

Eat, enjoy and a little share we must, with others; this always must be on our mind.

Learn we  must, to inculcate n incorporate Your attributes; n to be grateful n kind.

A wee bit of effort on our part can save a lot of water n food,  which we willingly must.

Wish I could afford to refrigerators install, where people, the extra food could deposit;

May I kindly request RESTAURANT n HOTEL OWNERS to help out n do their bit.

The needy could use it, to their hunger eliminate; fill up their burning empty pit.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THAT  ARROW

Enough is just a glance  or a touch light, to give your heart away.

Rest of your life,  with that human,  it will,  forever n ever stay.

Those chords of a heart vibrate when will, no one ever knows

Cupid strikes his little arrows with unseen imaginary bows.

That tiny second, that precious moment, when strikes this arrow;

Is that special moment, to last lifelong,  though short n narrow.

My Love, may you always prosper n flourish, wherever you are;

Hold this arrow precious in my heart I always will; whether you are near or far.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

TO LIVE IN THAT BOMBAY

To live in Bombay was so much fun, wonderful  memories of those days have I .

To see it in this state shabby, with poverty around makes me  cry !

Today there are only people n slums plenty; sores to a beauty loving eye.

Interested in humans are few; people wish to only trade, things sell n buy.

This wasn't what my Bombay used to be; to the place, I would love to fly

It holds memories so many, of childhood; those I wish to hold, till the very day I die

My home, filled with the love of my parents, on  whose laps, even today, I would love to lie

Memories of my favourite aunts, uncles, cousins, friends with vibrations warm; make me cry!

Wish people clear would a slum colony n a lake build; then my Bombay wouldn't be so  dry.

Its greenery destroying are its own keepers,  ***** it is without sweepers; I sigh !

Wake up Mumbaikars, my Bombayites; make it clean, green n serene, to you, plead I.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THAT DAY

PRAY LET US ALL FOR....

A tragedy huge 9/11 took place, on this day.

Humanity was thrown aside that day.

Crushed n mutilated were values good that day.

The satan overpowering good, actually won that day.

Wish this tragedy would never have occurred that day.

Let us all pray for the people who died that day.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THAT FATEFUL 23rd JUNE

Some inhuman acts, indiscriminately  done by Satan's sons,  leave an undeniable permanent mark

On this fateful day , our proud Emperor Kanishk,  into the Irish coast,  near Cork, scattered into those seas, deep n dark

Three hundred and twenty-nine lively, excitedly beating hearts, those innocent lives for ever perished

Their dear ones, eagerly awaiting their arrival; would have beautiful memories,  which they could, life long cherish

Instead, disaster struck, there was wailing and crying,  there was mourning; so many relatives were absolutely shattered

We Air Indians, all of us, were shocked beyond words; speechless, helpless, we felt then, truly, words hardly mattered

Even today, I ask myself, will those sons of Satan, by God, ever be forgiven? Why did they,  those innocent lives diminish?

Why didn't those cowards attack those they had an issue with? Why do they let them rest n comfortably sit in their niche ?

How I wish, fight their battles bravely n directly they would, with the people whom they have these indifference, these issues

The world, a peaceful, secure, and safer place will become for people, once directly sensibly dealt are, these issues.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THAT SANTA WITHIN US

Don't worry about his looks, no beard, required nor is the red coat or cap;

Santa has pockets huge,  but we just need, in our hearts, a slit or a flap

Rudolph and reindeers other, may need a clasp or a strong strap;

But need we,  just a burning desire to help another just a coins few to buy a  pen or put a kid on our lap

To bring out that  hidden Santa, just smile, laugh n clap.

Merry Christmas,  and a happy New Year from this Santa, without a cap

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THAT SHOULDER

Oh I very much miss that shoulder of yours, my darling Mum.

On which I comfort myself could, to an extent some.

Mum, I really miss that ever loving delicate shoulder;

Though so fragile, delicate n weak; it was a strong boulder.

In happiness n sorrow, it was my loving support;

Fragile though, it held my head like a strong fort.

Ma, I miss that shoulder every time I want to cry my heart out.

Today, is one such day Ma; I often suffer from many a bout.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Wish the heart logical would be;

Wish it could worldly logic see !!

Knows the heart, at stake is joy n glee;

But sadly it cannot away from love flee.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THE BEE N BUNNY

There was this Bindas bunny,

Who was actually quite funny.

He with his bee friend, made honey;

Decided they to sell it n make some money.

Together with BEELICIOUS bee,

Who was really teenie ****** n wee;

They went to an office  see.

See how they could sell it to you n me.

Found they a beautiful lush green spot;

And opened they, their office on the dot.

BEELICIOUS bee, more n more honey brought.

Taught him Bindas Bunny, how to account n jot.

Came evening, n had they lots of money;

Because sold they had, all their honey.

Now BEELICIOUS bee stung Bindas Bunny;

And ran away with all the collected money.

Oh said Bindas Bunny, "this is definitely not funny".

Armin Dutia Motashaw

what will you do, when starve your kids will of oxygen; when you be will, in a need dire ?

Even then, will you folks; those dreadful wood cutting and drilling equipments hire?

Think deeply before destroy you, yourself, your progeny, your relatives and the world entire".

Armin Dutia Motashaw.

THE CHANGING WAYS OF THIS WORLD

Shattered I am, with the ways of this selfish world

When an ill or needy, desperately support needs, they sit cushy n curled

All the person probably needs, is a little moral or emotional support ;

Time people have to wine n dine, or watch a movie or some sport;

But to inquire about the bereaved relative or friend's wellness there's no time.

Scared they are, just incase they may have to part with a few dimes.

Busy very is the schedule, a formal visit or call is all, they make, n that's the end.

Some people own them some money, even that is hushed up, never to be given or send

Why has the world so much n so drastically n disgustingly changed ???

Or Lord, in years fifty, a totally different breed have you arranged???

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THE CUTEST LITTLE TEACHER

Wow, the cutest little teacher I have seen.

What a pleasure it would be, to learn from this Lil dean.

With her popularity, teachers with jealousy can go green.

Students, I hope you understand, what she does mean.

Though her message isn't very clear n clean;

Do try to understand, what she actually does mean.

I wish, seen her earlier I would have, when a student I had been.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THE EFFECTS OF LOVE

An ailing patient, with a dose of love n care,  survive can.

That's why,  patient's relatives, from visiting, do not ban.

Even a pet,  who unconditional love gives, helps to heal.

Doctors,  Nurses,  should try to treat a patient,  with a  feel.

Mother Teresa,  helped those helpless ones,  with love;

She selflessly did, the abandoned ones, lovingly serve.

Love,  a hardened heart, a heart like stone, can at times melt.

Sinners big, robbers, thieves,  murderers, loves positive effects have felt.

Easy it will be, if once this idea, our world conceives.

May we our hearts n minds open up and love sincerely give.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

An Ode to Emperor Kanishka that crashed on 23 June 1985....

So many  innocent lives and a majestic Aircraft was gone

Though life for others, after a while moved on;

But their dear ones miss them even today;

For them, very sad we feel; but all we can do is only pray.

O killers, answer you will have to, the Lord some day;

Go up there when you, to Him what will  you say ?

Remember KARMA LEAVES NO ONE; hence it won't leave you.

That day, indeed very late it will be, for you to rue.

You will have to pay for your cowardly act; when you, to live cease.

May the Lord bless those that left, with eternal progress n  peace.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Close, very very close they were.
Spoke everyone about him and her.
Eagerly awaited his letters, steady was the flow.
His loving letters, on her face, brought a glow
Then, busy got they; now the flow was slow.
Then it slowly reached an all time low.
For her throbbing heart, this came as a blow.
She couldn't figure out a reason; she didn't know.
Withering was the tree, lovingly she did sow.
Sad n forlorn she sits; what happened; she doesn't know.
Even today she hopes, resume will the flow.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

ON ROJ  BAHMAN  MAH  BAHMAN

O Bahman  Ameshaspand,  please a  good mind to us  grant.

Stop us  from committing follies,  let our mind not  deviate or ever slant .

In our baffled or egoistic minds,  seeds of goodness please  do plant;

So that silly mistakes and misdeeds commit we can't.

Wisdom, faith,  love and devotion for  Ahura, please unto us grant.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

To help honest men, is our duty divine.
Once honest people rule, things will be fine.
Help him let us, who hardly sleeps or dines.
Come, unite n him help, who is as precious as a gold mine.
Unfortunately we have only one honest against ninety nine

Immensely satisfying n ecstatic is the joy of grand parenthood

Exchange this pure joy, this happiness with no one, I would.

Wish  every grand parent,  like me, enjoy this could.

This joy for  the elderly n kids, is soul satisfying emotional food

A  request to parents all;  do give grandparents,  this opportunity good.

A child small, in the family,  is for us,  Ahura's  gift best.

This helps us elderly, to bear the burden of old age; to pass life's test.

Their chattering,  joyful squeals helps our aching bodies to rejuvenate n rest

To a child become once  again,  playing with kids, is by itself, a big fest.

Remember,  grandparents are a part important,  in a family; not merely guests.

Best is this combination for both; please this fact, always remember.

Grandparents provide the love n warmth,  like glowing embers.

Kids from grandparents learn, n strong roots develop; along with pamper(ing)

Urge I modern parents to this remember; your parents are very much, your family members.

In a child's upbringing, these are the strong, evergreen firs.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THE LOST HEART

Of his life, she was never a significant part;

But for her, he was everything; he was  her own heart.

For her heart, now did not to her belong;

Sadly this bitter truth, she knew all along.

Now doesn't know she, how to him forget;

There's nothing left but loneliness, pain n regret.

To forget him, she tries hard, consciously with all her might.

Between her head and heart there is a constant fight.

Realizes she sadly, how can live one; without a heart.

Knows she well, she has lost it to him, who doesn't hold her heart.

A delimma she faces, what to do with her life rest !!

I too can't help her, knowing well, life is a tough test.

CAN ANYONE OF YOU HELP HER

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Asked I was, "Why this silence; why are you on mode mute ?
You were always so charming , enthusiastic and  cute !
Towards the family n society so much you did contribute.
Then why suddenly have you gone on mode mute ?"

I said, "I too think there is something terribly wrong.
Earlier I was as happy as a lark; on my lips,there was always a song.
Suddenly life worthless seems, difficult it is to get along.
Danced and laughed I haven't since long.

Weary and tired I feel; many times, helpless too.
Though know I, I must to my ideals stick, like glue.
Given an opportunity, wish I, a lot to achieve and do.
Because of chances slim or indifference, I often rue."

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THE NIGHTINGALE

Happy Birthday,  my dearest, revered melody queen

Since decades,  my most favourite you have always been.

To meet you, or to even get a glimpse you,  I am ever keen.

Out of  the very many singers we have heard and seen;

None so melodious,  so  sweet,  like you has been;

This the world from experience has now seen.

Your melodies haunting are n even intoxicating,  my queen.

Special blessings from  Ma Sharda  Saraswati, granted  you have been.

May they always remain with you,  dearest  MELODY QUEEN.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THE RICH POOR

Oh, so poor, how very poor, these very rich millionaires are.
Feed they cannot a poor; but squander money they do, at a bar.

Jeans they wear, torn ones; n pay in thousands; in cash hard.
Or faded ones they buy, which normally one should discard.

These rich-poor, wear beads, of muli-colours, like the tribal.
Which the really poor, afford cannot, gold n silver; hence wear them as jewelry-bridal.

Their hair they cut in ways funny n beards long grow.
In fashions weird, a lot of money, they waste or throw.

The unfortunate part is, they call themselves fashionable, elite, setting a trend;
In reality, they blindly follow fashion, driving their parents, round the bend.

Feel I, wear we should, what suits us, comfortable with appealing looks.
Not just blindly follow fashion magazines and books.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THESE FEW

Most people desire, need and love happiness n peace.

But few there are, who want that fleshy, juicy, rich piece.

That's why, they, innocent children into thieves n terrorists breed.

Comes huge destruction from this lust for power and greed.

Politicians, diplomats, conniving business men top this list.

Hence poor public, ignorant or ill informed is kept; as if in a mist.

Power and money truly corrupt ; they destroy values moral;

These people slowly but steadily eat into the precious coral.

Can You please help us bring in peace, O Lord kind.

I know, love You, Your children and are very obliging n kind.

Thank You Ever So Much.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Cherish I those things that prevailed,  an Era ago.

Them I hold close to my heart n wouldn't let them go.

Those values I hold will dearly stay, until my dying day.

Wish, things so drastically wouldn't change from yesterday.

Those games both indoor n outdoor with friends we did play.

With our parents joining us, really made us happy and gay.

Those picnics, long walks, trekking we tremendously enjoyed.

Seeing our Aunts, Uncles, cousins, we actually did rejoice.

Building a stage, performing skits, singing, dancing;

Were so much an integral part of our life; gave us new wings.

Today children almost addicted are to TV, computers n mobiles

No libraries, no story sessions; books now just lie in piles.

Sorry I feel for these modern kids; what will they do ?

Rented we bicycles n on picnics we went. Ask them I, what will you do?

Nature beckons you, climb trees, eat fresh fruits, them pluck.

Run with a doggy or after a hen and hear her cluck-cluck.

Plant some seeds, then them water; joy you will experience immense.

Build some nests for birds, offer them grains, in a bush dense.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THE  STRENGTH OF LOVE

THOUGHT PROVOKING....

READING THIS MAY HELP YOUR DEAR ONES.....

Want to share a rare experience with you friends,  to tell you what love does....
My  Kaki,  (Dad's best friend's wife) was  suffering from alzheimer's. She had  forgotten even names of her family members except her youngest son's.

We were very closely knit; and Kaki n Kaka  loved me dearly. They often visited me whenever I  went home to visit my family. I too visited them  each time I went to  Bombay.

Then Kaka left us for his Heavenly abode. Kaki's health slowly deteriorated. It  was  pathetic to  see her  staring at everyone like a stranger. It was heart breaking.

On  one of my visits to  Bombay, my Bhabhi n I were visiting her.  Only her grand daughter n maid were there.  I  gave her a warm hug n sat across trying to revive old memories.  Suddenly   she  got up,  came across n kissed me.  Everyone including me was shocked. I just couldn't believe what had happened. It was a thing, least expected !!!
This  proves that love helps everyone, including people who have a memory loss.

We shouldn't give up easily,  keep  loving them and showing them they are precious and important.
Even today after years, I  feel that warmth.  It was an event that reiterated my  belief in love.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

LOVE HAS GREAT STRENGTH. May be this will help them to recover or  at least slow down the menace.

THE STRONGEST MUSCLE

Of our bodies, it is the strongest muscle;

If used thoughtlessly, it can create a huge tussle.

Biceps nor triceps;  it's our tongues.

Words can cut through hearts and lungs.

Remember, you may be great at eloquence;

But pause, think, speak, should be the sequence.

Hurt do not another, even if there is a grave cause.

Before you open your ******* mouth, just pause.

Let not anger, pride or ego take over your senses;

Or very bad n dangerous will be the consequences.

It's of utmost importance to use this muscle, with great care.

Once your words are said, to a bullet you can them compare.

So softly, gently, sweetly, we must speak.

Remember we must, never to shout, bark or squeak.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Bodies two, become will one today.
Hearts two, throb they will, as one today.
Twin-soul mates, will one become today.

Full moon, this union will promote today.
In ecstasy, dance gracefully they will today.
Sing together in voice one, they will today.

Looking forward towards this union we are today.
Come to me, my love, in the Moonlight today.
Become let us one forever n ever today.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THE VICTIM

They ***** her, destroying her physically, mentally; and her spirit n soul severely crushed n injured;

Injured it permanently, tattered and battered it, with their action cruel; these monsters most weird.

As a mother protects her daughters; she should also her sons to respect every woman teach

Men decent, never ill treat a woman, be she young or old, feeble or strong; they will never let her screech.

A **** is the worst crime against a woman, something unpardonable, a sin extremely grave

Severely, with an iron hand punished should be those men, who, for these inhuman ways crave

Lord, O my kind Lord,  protect every single woman; be she a child or an adult, against a ****

Whatever be the reason, no man should, without a woman's willingness, her undrape.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THE WONDERFUL COUPLE

To get just a glimpse of him, anything she would do;

His work place, was  a divine temple for her  too.

But so sacrificing was her love, she never said, I love you.

Years passed this way, they worked dedicatedly for scores over two;

Though rarely she thought, I wish he would say, " I love you"

Also sometimes about her future she would worry and rue!!

And I, looking at their dedication, thought will they ever say, "I do" ?

Today they are both elderly, bent over, yet to work they continue.

Stuck they have dedicatedly to their proffesion like glue.

To cure thousands, even now they steadfastedly continue;

But they haven't yet said those magical words; n may not so do

All I can do is pray for them, saying,"May God bless you two".

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THE WORLD OF MY DREAMS

Where weapons deadly, wouldn't exist,

Wish wicked men could their greed resist.

Crime, commit no one here would ever;

Relations sever people would
never.

Jealousy, hatred, anger etc would be wiped off.

No one at another, would laugh or  scoff.

Here exist peace, serenity, prosperity would.

Love, care, kindness easily give people would.

Meals sufficient everyone would be able to cook;

Everything so cool n beautiful would look;

Lush green fruit and flower Laden  trees ;

Also, crystal clear ponds, lakes and seas.

Our Earth, so green, clean and serene would be;

This world of my dreams, O Ahura, grant unto me.

IF YOU TOO WISH, ADD AMEN, TATHASTU, OR AEDOON BAAD PLEASE.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THINK

How very commercial has become this world, changed have roles

Advertisement for foods are preferred over food for our souls

The community has lost its values high, its real "aatash", its fire

And sadly Bawal is preferred over Sandal wood for Padshah's fire

Lower values when n if promoted over higher ones, worries cause.

Please think about this; before you go ahead, please do pause.

Feed the fire of thought, let us; the holy Padshahs, some Sandal need

We should not, all the time, them, only " kathi" (bawal) feed.

Food to grow is necessary, but important is also, food for our brain n heart

Let us promote our higher selves, feeding the values high, of our curriculum should be a part.

Armin Dunia Motashaw

This is definitely worth a thought.

Every morning we select what clothes to wear.
But we rarely select what thoughts to wear on our minds.
Dresses impress others,
Thoughts impress us.

This is definitely worth a thought.

Every morning we select what clothes to wear.
But we rarely select what thoughts to wear on our minds.
Dresses impress others,
But, Good thoughts would impress n change the Universe.
Think, Think, Think.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THINK BEFORE WE SPEAK

Wish we would all do this.

Love, peace n friendship will definitely increase

I am gonna try, can you try please

Pleeeeeeease do think before words you release

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THIS CHRISTMAS

See we today, everyone with their smartphones, in chairs, all curled.
Sick we are all, with mobile-o-mania, all over the world.

This Christmas, let's this illness overcome, let's visit our ones dear.
A personal touch, a hug warm, n a kiss compassionate, will bring us near.

This Christmas, let's go out and an elderly help; let us be a little more kind.
Or become Santa to a little one, bringing laughter n  joy; which he daily doesn't find.

This Christmas, let's warm bodies and hearts of people around us; with our care.
Let us our love and care, with man, beast and bird, selflessly share.

MERRY CHRISTMAS N A HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THIS CHRISTMAS

Santa, we all request things aplenty from you; but like others, from you I don't want a toy

Santa, this Christmas can you please bring into this battered world, plenty of peace n lots of joy.

If I were a girl young, to carry my love letter, I would perhaps request you to be my special envoy;

But this Xmas, I request you no toys, nor any special messages for a boy.

At a juncture this, request you I cannot, to errands extra run; you already have chores aplenty;

Santa, neither you nor me are young now, nor can we, like teenyboppers , like teenagers be senti;

So I request you no toys, nor any messages to a boy, but pleeeease do bring in, plenty of peace n joy.

Armin Dutia Motashaw