FINGERS GREEN
O Ahura kind, I know it's rather late, but change You can our fate.
Kindly dear Lord, increase our Parsi birth (growth) rate.
Also request You I, to grant us fingers, fertile n green
Grow into lush green trees would, twigs, every little seed, every bean.
Help me please plant trees; like John the Apple seed; bless Anar's deed
Scatter I would, every Chikoo, Mango, Lime, Orange, melon seed.
Every road of Mother India, loaded would be, with lush green fruit trees.
This would nourish millions, also give shade n cool breeze.
A dreamer may be I am; not ready to accept reality harsh;
But if You bless us, we well know, change can, deserts n marsh.
Bless us, O my kind Mazda, with fingers very very green;
So that grow luxurious trees can, with every scattered seed n bean.
Armin Dutia Motashaw.
