Geeta Chhabra's poems translated by
Dr. Shihab Ghanem and published
in Al Ittihad on 12th May 2011

In the Garden

Nothing could hide the capricious form,
Even though, dusk was rolling on.
At first, my ears felt its presence,
Then, in no time,
I saw the bird shine in mid-air.
Steadfast wings flailing gently.
Swarthy beak long and curved.
The gliding image devised a formative dream,
Wearing a black and white robe.

In singing counts,
I heard the voice,
Pure and sweet as the air.
Calling out, in melodiousness:
‘Tee-Tee-Tian, Tee-Tee-Tian’,
Heedless and all alone.
Gleaming in the memory’s lane,
Forever, my stroll in the garden will look around,
For the chance guest to re-appear.

Ras Al Khaimah
07th April 2010

Geeta Chhabra