Murtuza Khetty

Here is a poem that a friend of mine wrote

Murtuza Khetty
Is a Gujarati
With a childhood in Bengali
And grown into a Bangalori.

Courteous, soft spoken and patient
He heads the organisation
Works 24x7 deadlines to reach
And still find time children to teach

A head full of ideas
A heart filled with desires
He works hard to achieve
But prefers as desires to leave.

“I have lost my EPIC”says he one day.
That’s not surprising, his colleagues say
His table boasts a clutter
That few can match or better.

“Wedding bells for me never
I propose to be single forever.”
Don’t ‘feel like” he proclaims
None has yet set his passions aflame?!!!

“I take care of myself”,to me he told.
But, headaches, backaches and colds
Are his ‘chaddi dosts’
Prides that he can fast
Even when Ramzan is past.

He loves pasta and ice cream
Loves to travel and dream
Lets hope inter alia
That he finds his Belle Italia!!