Speaking To My Maker

Among many fortunes of mine,
In feeling I will be even richer,
Fling wide Your arms of generosity –
Grant me a heart with a hundred eyes.
Implant in my heart a hundred eyes…
Where my vision nurtures rays –
For those who are locked in a room:
Without any windows.
When will their eyes shine?
They are lost finding their bearing.
When will their eyes shine?
Empower me to look myself in the face
With persistence –
To lead them away from their chaotic haze.
Grant me a heart with a hundred eyes,
Implant in my heart a hundred eyes!

Alas!
Your gardens of flowers return no colour to them.
Bleak, disfigured are the days of millions.
A little boy's silence is a cry.
Alike him, new-born babies are blind.
I imagine a whole city of young, old,
Stumbling in blindness!
I feel their presence in my soul.
O, my Lord!
When will their eyes shine?
When will your gardens return to them?
When can they laugh, run to and fro?
Bless me to share the despair of others,
And make the 'difference'.
Grant me a heart of a hundred eyes.
Implant in my heart a hundred eyes!

Composed for & dedicated to: World Sight Day – 9th October 2014
Recited in Dubai at Healthcare City.


Geeta Chhabra


 
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