When Asho Zarathushtra

Was the Chosen  one

He didn’t

own a palace

Leave aside a

Be jeweled throne

Nor people to

Do His bidding

He lead a very quiet life

In some secluded alley

In a very simple home

 

Where ever He went

He did not strut

Like a peacock

Nor did He have

Any Ego or Pride

Though He was

Protected by His Mazda

He was put through

A rigorous ordeal

Through out His Life

To prove His worth

Often felt like

Throwing in the towel

 

Why can’t our

“Learned Ones”

Follow in His footsteps?

Why be full of

Ego & pride?

One simple reason

`Cause they think

They are the “Anointed Ones”

 

Time is running out

No time to snooze

Down a glass of whiskey

Or take a Parsi Peg

By sitting in a rocking chair

Unleash the Pristine Message

`Cause we have a lot loose

 

Finally He made it through

With utmost Faith & determination

That is why we have

A religion named

After Him

Zoroastrianism

With a very Unique Message;

“No Rules”

 

Choicest Happiness

 

Farida