Hard Facts


Each vanished day,
Brings evening’s shadows nearer,
And I am left destroyed by:
The Voice of Terror.
The Spells of Evil.
The Contempt of Vengeance.
Images of Exploitation.
The Cry of Anguish.
The Sceptre of Disappointments.
Barriers of Ignorance.
Spaces of Loneliness.
A Sigh of Grief.
Each descending night,
Evening’s shadows distinctly lengthen,
In my dreams.


January 2009


Geeta Chhabra



From the book: An Indian Ode To The Emirates by Geeta Chhabra

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