The ocean of my life –
Pushes me to the bare limits.
The deluge!
Will it ever stop,
To let my breath rest?

From, under the cover of obscurity,
And even, open lit spaces...
From all corners!
The vagaries of events,
Bend and twist my beliefs.

The slurry of doubts—
Will it get the better of me?
Or will I succeed!
In grabbing a cache of virtuous waves.
To evoke my Maker's blessings?

Mumbai
1994

Geeta Chhabra