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YEAR 2020

On the stroke

Of midnight

The year 2020

Under a canopy

Of a moonlight night

Will slowly fade away


I have a very

Special request

Let’s sprinkle the seeds

Of Tolerance Respect Dignity

Understanding for all of humanity


Let’s focus on the innocent victims

Who have lost loved ones

Causing agonising excruciating pain

Wondering when will they ever see

Their loved ones again?

Wiping away their

Sun drenched tears

Or no amount of consoling

Will bring their loved

Ones back

Alas! all they have is

Precious memories

To keep the flame

Of love alive till eternity

Farida Bamji




Ignorance and Knowledge 2

“Where Ignorance is our Master

There is no possibility of real peace:” Dalai Lama


People will have opinions

On each and every subject

Whether it be politics

Science philosophy

Or  for that matter

Especially Religion

Be it true or not

With due respect

I would suggest if

One doesn’t know

Anything then please

Do not say anything

At all


One can never

Master knowledge

Even though

One may be

Having umpteen degrees

Tagging behind one’s name

Is the usage of knowledge

That’s whole new

Ball game


Do not mistake

My silence for ignorance

My Calmness for acceptance

And my kindness for weakness


Choicest Happiness







Monkey See Monkey Do 2

What is our purpose
on this Earth?
We are here to heal
Not do any harm
We are to love not hate
Our purpose is to create
At the same to time
Racism Discrimination
Bigotry War violence Rape
We can eradicate

Nobody is superior or inferior
Nobody owns the religion
Or for that matter
Dictate what to do
Nobody can coerce
Or bully anybody around
They are not going
“To “carry the cross”
Or sacrifice themselves on
The cross for you”
Wake up and smarten up
Use the power of reasoning
As you are the master of your fate
Captain of your soul

Stop having the herd mentality
Like “monkey see monkey do”
Fearful what people might say?
They will say it anyway

Society thrives on gossip
Just waiting to pounce
Have a spine & stand tall
So that Almighty will be there
When the” last Tear Drop Falls”

Choicest Happiness


During this unprecedented time, as a leader, what new flavor of leadership have you allowed your flock of sheep to enjoy? Would love to hear your thoughts.

If Mahatma Gandhi

Dadabhoy Naoroji

As well Madam Cama

Hadn’t fought for freedom

Some you would not

Had the pleasure

Of practicing

Your principles of

Racism Discrimination

Bigotry as well Segregation

Bring about wreck and Ruin

Of this miniscule

Zarathoshti Community


If you think you

Are going to win

This race then you

Have misjudged

Ahura Mazda’s

Will power and grace


Next time when a

Pandemic or some

kind of virus hits humanity

Do not go crying

Beg & plead for his mercy

Or by doing humbandagis

Lighting Divos at agiaries


He too can be deaf ears

No amount of pleading

Even when one

Is on bended knees

Will ever change His mind

So respect his

Pristine Teachings

That is meant

For all human kind

Choicest Happiness


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Successful people know that it is important to actively listen to those who have different ideas and opinions and that getting trapped in their own way of thinking is easy, but limiting. Therefore, they also know that must test their plans, observing Aldo Paoli


Choicest Blessings

Farida Bamji

June 9th 2020





In my darkest hour

When in darkness

I did grope

I knew that

There was a

Slight glimmer of hope


If one has ever

Experienced having

Dark clouds

Surrounding you

From which there

Is no escape

Power of Prayers

Is the Ray of Hope


No matter what

One Prays

For matter

What language

if one has absolute

Faith and prays

With sincerity

Surely there will

Be “Opening of the Gates”


Stay the course

No matter what

I can hear HIm say”:

“Lean on Me

I  surely will  be

There until

The Last Tear

Drop Falls”


Choicest Happiness

Farida Bamji

Aug 28th 2020


Happy Navroze 2

Far away on

A lush green farm

Tucked away in a corner

Stood a wooden

Red roofed barn

Within it were

Cackling hens

Protected by

A rooster

Making sure

His harem

Comes to no harm


As the darkness fell

There was silence

In the air

“Noone was stirring

Not even a mouse”


Slowly as the

Curtain of

Darkness was

Lifted and

As the moon

As well the stars

Bid Adieu

The proud

Rooster realized

It was time to say:

‘Cock A Doodle Doo”

Wishing each & every one

Norooz Phirooz


Choicest Blessings

Farida Bamji

Poem on Muktad

A  poem to mark the first day of our Mukhtaad or Fravardegan days.
(I first wrote it in the year 2017).

Do you look back at me
When I look at your silver vase?
Do you smell the flowers
I bring so lovingly on all ten days?

Those flowers so remind me of you
Vibrant, fragrant and fresh!
Those divas so remind me of you
Ever so bright and warm to feel

Not a day goes by
That I don’t think of you
But, these ten days bring fresh hope
Of your refreshing presence

I go to your table expecting a response
To the pointless questions I can’t get across.
Sometimes in my mind I forget that you’re dead
Because I keep you living in my mind

I love you so much
It makes me sad
I can’t hear you say it back
The one thing that would make me so glad!

Noshir H. Dadrawala


Humanity is not 

Immune to pandemics

Disease or  natural disasters 

That’s when one 

Realizes we are  not

Captain of our fate 

Or masters of our souls 


It treats everybody  equally 

It teaches us a 

Very moral lesson 

That Nobody has 

Monopoly over wisdom


It  makes no 

Distinction between

A Hindu Muslim

Sikh Bahai Jew 

or Zoroastrian

Nor does it differentiate  

Between rich poor

Beggar or thief 

Ervads Vadas 

Behdins Racists


Can you believe?


Covid 19 has a 

Smogras board to choose from 

A wide variety of menu

Once it wraps it’s icy claws

It’s not going let go 

Even if you turn blue


No amount of 

Trips to Atash Behram 

Agiaries or humbandagies 

Or praying on bended knees!!

Is not going to turn the clock back 

By getting one of the hook 

Cause it has already been written  

In your  destiny book 


When it’s time to go 

No question asked 

Its when arrives at the 

Pearly Gates 

That’s when realizes one’s 

Biggest Mistake 

Choicest Blessings


Farida Bamji

July 8th 2020


The Lockdown Blues

Award-winning Author Murzban F. Shroff Pens Pandemic Poetry Series

Mumbai-based author Murzban F. Shroff, known for his award-winning books, Breathless in BombayWaiting for Jonathan Koshy, and Fasttrack Fiction, has now penned a series of poems on the Covid-19 pandemic, tracking its causes and consequences. Shroff, a Commonwealth Prize-shortlisted author and a 6-times Pushcart Prize nominee, says he turned to poetry in order to capture the intensely emotional and psychological states created by these extraordinary circumstances. “The purpose of literature is to bring man in closer contact with nature, to expand our understanding of the universal laws that govern us, and which we are bound to obey by mere virtue of having taken birth on this planet. I found poetry to be a liberating and powerful medium to convey this,” adds Shroff. “The Lockdown Blues” (below) is part of a series of poems that will feature in Shroff’s debut collection of poetry. Shroff’s stories have appeared in over 65 literary journals in the U.S., UK, and Australia. He has been invited to speak about his work at universities like UC Berkeley, UCLA, and USC, and at literary festivals like the London Short Story Festival, the Emirates Literature Festival, and the Irrawaddy Literary Festival in Myanmar. Shroff can be contacted on

The Lockdown Blues

This is the winter of our confinement

This is the spring of our unease

This is the summer of our expectations

The fall of our species

This is the weakness of our senses

This is the outcome of our greed

This is the collapse of our intellect

The negation of our needs

This is the night of our darkness

This is the prison of our morrows

This is the cumulus of our burden

The song of our sorrows

This is what we brought our world to

Conquering land and sea and sky

Not for a moment did we pause

Thinking where our limits lie

We robbed the earth of its beauty

And we drained the soil of its strength

We blew off the tops of mountains

We were so hellbent

We did not spare the rocks

And we did not spare the trees

We even dammed our rivers

Before they could reach the seas

We did not spare the seabed

And we did not spare the air

We did not think of the species

With whom our planet we share

And now we live in solitary caves

Nothing to show for our wealth

Worrying about our future

Uncertain about our health

Do I have the virus?

Do I show the signs?

Will I make it safely

Make it through these times?

Will we live like humans?

And will we roam at will?

Or will we experience life

Standing at our window sill?

Will we live off our phones

And our flat-faced computer screens?

Will we know once more

What real freedom means?

Will we rub shoulders?

And will we feel the same?

Will we ever hug

And learn to trust again?

Murzban F. Shroff

As published in the Parsi Times E-Paper Dated 4 July 2020.


One must not forget

Life on earth is transient

A mere  traveller

Between Life and Death


Asho Zarathuhtra was

Once such traveller

Though He was

The anointed one

Never received

Any privileges

But wa a mere

Messenger of

Ahura Mazda

To spread His

Pristine Teachings

Of Humata Hukata



Having too much

Ego and Pride

As well pretending

To be superior

Then there is

Something wrong

Cause when departs

This Earth

Ahura Mazda will remind

You that between

Life and Death

One is a Mere Traveller!!!!


Choicest Happiness

Farida Bamji

June 15th 2020

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