Ho!
Who goes there:
As tall as the blue skies —
Blackish, bitter,
Snatching my heart’s view?

 

How strange!
The curves of the desert
Are the evidence —
From the favour of fortune.
And the blue skies?

 

The blue skies!
Are the four corners,
In bond —
With some inaudible sorrow:
Showing off what my heart knew.

 

 

1st November 2009
Dubai

 

Geeta Chhabra