The princess who chose
To live in exile
Holding  the hand of her husband
With a beautiful smile

Framed in a guile by Ravan
But she didn't fall in his wicked ways
Despite being held captive
And tortured for nights and days

She refused to go with Hanuman
When he came to rescue her
Insisted that Rama come openly to defeat her captor
In Rama's honor exile did she prefer

On the Ravan's  defeat - to prove her purity
She had to walk through fire
But the flames neither touched her body
And nor her attire

The fire bowed in her honor
But that wasn't enough
For the clouds of gloom  
Were towering above

The world has never been fair to women
Despite of proving her purity
Sita had to leave
It was the height of cruelty

Cause Rama was as weak
In the face of his men
As strong he was
In front of Ravan

Rama- the man
Sita loved enough to die for
Asked her to leave
To the path that led abhor

Just imagine the way Sita would be looking at Rama
With whom she had to part
For he was standing dumb like a statue
When her world was falling apart

Would she have accused or looked down at him
As she asked mother earth to swallow her
She was going back to where she came from
In order to save the last shred of her honor

As I sauntered on banks of Yamuna at night.
I saw a man old, bent, with stick in dhoti white.
Tardily, step by step as he came nearer to me.
With joy I smiled as our own beloved Bapu was he.

With tears in my eyes I asked, ' Bapu you are still alive! ,
those three bullets holed your chest, how did you survive?
What happened to you? Where were you all these days?
What you ate? How you lived? Now where do you stay?

Condition of your beloved land is deteriorating day by day.
Countrymen have left your path, they have gone astray.
Your image, your killers are trying to malign and degrade.
Berating your ways, encouraging means which you forbade.

******'s advocates on chariots are traversing Nation's length.
Day by day Fascism is gaining ground , gaining strength.
Disguised as followers of Sri Ram, deeds of Ravan they do.
Riots and killings are frequent, women and minors are targeted too.

Terrorism nourishing on terrorism, cruelty at its worst.
Targeting anyone, anywhere, time and again bombs burst.
Once a land of peace, land of sufism, land of saints,
now ******. Innocent souls being killed without restraint.

Regionalism is being encouraged and taking roots.
Unity of the Nation selfish politicians reduce and dilute.
Corruption is increasing everywhere and in all spheres
Even highest office of respect could not keep itself clear '

Passing his hand over my head he smiled and said '
I am just a spirit, long ago my weak body was dead.
Daily with expectation I rise and daily with despair I die
Daily my hope is shattered and daily with grief I sigh

They may have killed me but now I live in numerous hearts
They may write me down in history yet my message will dart.
See this flag, colour saffron is dear to me, colour green I love.
between them is colour white, colour of peace, colour of dove.

Nation divided in three hurts me more than bullets three
From casteism and regionlism country should be free.
Communalism should not be allowed to raise its ugly head.
With sword of constitution Fascism we need to behead '

Three sound disturbed the calm, beloved Bapu fell on the ground
I went to help but Bapu vanished with words 'Hey Ram' echoing around
Determined that this time his innocent blood will not go waste.
I collected his non-violent blood in my pen like ink with haste.

We're found to be cut off but not long ago!
Some burn us with sparklers
and we get modulated as flames in a flash
by yielding fire flowers to your night sky
And you numskulls think that we die.

Some sculp us with molten cruelty as symbol of mockery.
It's Good enough that we we're just called as devils.

But what about those bed evils
Who attack upon on lassies
With the holler word called “babies”
To accomplish their own seductive urge.

What about those drunken buffoons
In those paved streets under the feeble streetlights stalking the fragile once either for fun or for a wrong intention.

What about the brute
twice the age of his married daughter
bites into the soul of a maiden.
Spitting the venomous words
and incapacitates the heart
Numbness spreads all over her body
after the spiteful attack.

For heaven's sake
Don't point your fingers on us
We're better than you

I being Ravan,
The biggest devotee of lord Siva
And had an extremely loyal wife like Mandodari
Been burned with ten heads
For just  kidnapping Sita
Whereas I returned her with due respect.
But these days people use women like toys
by fulfilling their joys.

And Mahishasura,
Who could worship so hard to impress three lords
was eventually killed by Durga and could meet the death by hands of powerful women.
But these days people **** the female child before birth
thinking daughters as burden on earth.

If still you don't get atonement
Just think this poem as a complement
And just think how better are we as your opponent.
May the whole world call us demon or devil
But first learn to tackle the inner evil.
If possible put pins and needle
to such people
Then the world will be in next level.

HAPPY DASHERA

Ravan destroyed was, because of his ego n  selfishness.

Unnecessarily he created umpteen problems n brought about lots of stress.

A great scholar he was,  who by Lord Shivji was blessed

Only if for attaining Sitaji immorally, he wouldn't have stressed;

He wouldn't die an untimely death at the hands of Ram.

So let us every moment remind ourselves not to be proud n remain calm.

**** the  Ravan within us  n inculcate the qualities of Ram in us.

From this DASHERA let us try to achieve goodness; destroying evil thus.

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

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

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

DASSEHRA

Signifies this special day of Dassehra victory; triumph of good over evil

Be it Ram, Faredoon or Krishna, show us they how to destroy a devil

In today's Kalyug many times saddened we are to see evil triumph over good

Desperately pray we should, that this condition reverse very soon would.

All around we see evil, cheating, ******, robbery, arson, loot and rudeness

May goodness overpower evil; prevail thereafter should only goodness.

If sincerely try we, to rid Ravan within us, we can; but endeavor ours should be earnest

Start if we right away, a little by little, surely pass we can this difficult test.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

ON DASHERA

The learned scholar, ruined was, because of ego and pride.

That made him steal someone else's bride.

He disregarded  Sita's feelings, n the tears she cried.

That's why came the downfall, of his entire side.

Ram, defeating him, took back home, His pretty bride.

And the strong Ravan, insulted and humiliated, died.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Happy Ram Navmi

R... Ram lives within n us and so does Ravan, says Anar;

A...Alongside both dwell; but depends on you, whom will you encourage?

M...Manthras alone won't help; but along with it, our good mentality definitely does.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

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HAPPY DASHERA

As celebrate we, the victory of good over evil, humility over ego n pride;

Let's vow, to goodness practise n by the laws of goodness n Nature abide

By being a human, by this incarnation/ birth itself, our choice to this do, becomes wide

So, let that Ram in every soul, conquer the Ravan in every mind; may our conscience, us guide.

Also my shraddhanjali to a true Guru, Sai, who on this day, physically parted/died.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

A MERE MORTAL

So ordinary,  just a miniscule little creature created I am, by the  greatest of all, all-powerful  Ahura

A spec of dust or a grain of sand,  or perhaps a drop of water, in this universe,  created by mighty Mazda

Wish I to know why, then, we men ordinary,  mere mortals, think so much, n so high about ourselves?

Why do even scholars great, learned men like Ravan fail? How do we correct or control ourselves ?

Why do we have an ego so inflated, when we are, just a bubble? Why in this mere mortal does ego dwell ?

Like a flooded, destructive river or sometimes even like a huge mighty tsunami wave, it does swell

O kind  Lord, help this mere mortal, to this ego problem understand; where stands this thin line between ego n self respect?

Confused, entangled into my own web I get; a mere mortal, my own decision,  I  sometimes suspect.

Armin Dutia Motashaw