Instead of toiling:
When the sun is the hottest,
The desert-noon is slowest.
Solitude is the best feature
Of the spacious hour.

 

Liking the bait of slumber:
Bud and bee
Are in a siesta-mood.
And I in my frugal prayers, browse –
Growing newer feet.

 

Climbing all the while,
As the guest of my favourite angels:
I feel staunch.
Sleep gently puts on me a bonnet –
I go to sleep!

 

Ceasing to exist:
Within my word –
An easier world rekindles.
I see siren signs in my lap –
Spring in all its ancestral facets –
Stirring around my unconscious being!

 

Dubai
1995

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

 

From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra.