Crests of waves,
Dashing across,
Beyond the Ocean’s domain.
Embracing, eroding the bigger rocks,
Caressing, coaxing the smaller ones—
Drowning themselves!
Then surfacing back again!

Oblivious of all this!
Wet particles of semolina like sand,
Dry themselves, without inhibitions,
In full view of all—
Awaiting expectantly for the moon
To show up, and make
The watery landscape regale!

Sharjah
1996

Geeta Chhabra

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