Hormazd Navjote

Zoroastrians are a dwindling lot,

With numbers in decline.

Two boys had helped to stem the rot.

Now Hormazd joins the line.

 

The Turf Club was suffused with light,

The Band served up good fare.

The flowers were a pretty sight

A breeze was in the air.

 

For Global Warming wasn’t ruling

Somehow we seemed to buck

The trend with major Local Cooling!

Sometimes one has good luck.

 

And for the gifts we thank you all,

We thank you for your wishes.

And we do hope you had a ball,

Enjoyed the many dishes.

 

Though dish is not the word to use

When food is served on leaves!

And when the poet asks his muse

“Course” is what he receives.

 

And by the course where horses run

We made you wait in line.

Now that is something just not done

I’m sure you would opine.

 

An engineer would be aghast-

The assembly line was slow.

But if we tried to run it fast

We could improve the flow

 

But then the moment would be missed

When we commune with you.

Alas! No memory would persist

But just a blurry view.

 

We paused to chat, we paused to smile,

We even shared a laugh.

But the reason why it took a while

Could be the photograph!

 

You had to wait. We had to stand.

And yet the boys were good.

I hope that now you understand

That we did what we could.

 

For us, the moment that we had

With you will never perish.

And it would make us very glad

If it’s a thing you cherish.