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 grope.
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
