Readers' Forum
We sleep and wait
In our time, Lord, talking leaders
Cannot lead. They fear little fascists.
They are pilots without compass,
Captains of little Titanics in a fog.
In our time of civilization clash,
We are what we own.
And also, what we disown;
Unaware of the difference.
Let the troubled day pass.
Live mindlessly till the next;
The way to survive petty politics.
Who will tell us, Lord.
Where we stand or where we go.
With extremist mind-sets,
Rising fundamentalist hate,
And dazed leaders?
World over, we are microscopic,
Yet howling in demographic darkness.
Learning from Mulla rage without,
Bashing, satanizing within.
Where do we stand with tribal minds,
In huge tsunami globalization,
Which Canutes can’t stop?
Do we burrow in the ‘baugs’
Like marmots? Do we go forth to join
Vanguard man in science, art,
In all fields of excellence?
Where is the new China trade,
Our new Silk Route?
Where are titans as Jamshed Tata?
Where the pure liberal mind, clear
Himalayan stream of Kaikhosrov Irani?
How to raise global minds,
Yet nourish nuggets of local culture?
When race purity is bunk, and
DNA is genetic law, biology’s "Asha;”
Should not mixed marriage and
Z authenticity co-exist in humane
harmony?
Where are our Dalai Lamas of the soul?
Where the Mandelas of healing spirit.
To cross Kolaharis of apartheid,
Within and without?
As Zarathushtra asked in Gatha,
"This I ask you, tell me truly, Lord,”
When Zoroastrians satanize within,
Where to find vohuman? Is
Frasho-Kereti a forgotten quest?
How can we restore Gathic reason,
With Great Cyrus’s regal tolerance
In old Babylon?
He restored their temple to the Jews,
We forbid others in ours.
Fire this flotsam, Lord,
With the spark which once lit
Forgotten empire, Spitama-inspired;
With spring’s fresh renewal,
For kinder Mazdayasnaism, and
Wiser on this 2005 Navroz.
As the oak sleeps in the acorn,
As the bird waits in the egg;
We sleep and wait, aborted,
For Mazda’s New Light, new leaders.
ASPI D. MODDIE
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