They must have died in the clamour,
Where sometimes people never know…
Why they are dying!

 

Their shrill cries come floating over to me –
The sound draws my blood.
I can’t understand my suffering!

 

Am I in an age so dark,
Where motley deeds of others
Should hound me to breathe anew…

 

The poisonous air of vengeance?
I cringe and cower at the thought.
Because, I want peace!

 

But then who doesn’t want peace?

 

I can imagine the state of commotion
In those wild regions –
Where doom moves so freely.

 

I wish for peace.
I hope for peace.
Peace! Peace!

 

But then who doesn’t want peace!

 

Like the heavy rain streaming,
My heart is now a stream of gloom.
But what can I do?

 

The writhing coils of human greed.
The intrigues of politics.
They are too much for me!

 

What can I do?
The merchants of arms and weapons:
Have never feared God!

 

What shall I do?
An unknown voice drums:
Death! Death!

 

 

Dubai
1st March 2015

 

Geeta Chhabra

 

From the book: Smash My Glass by Geeta Chhabra