As stars from heaven assembled in horizon’s many halls...
The waves, while dancing, blew conch-shells to welcome,
Celestial forces and my horoscopic guests.

 

The grand procession moved in a grand scale,
And in the greatest of splendor,
From one pavilion ground to the other.
There was a great bustling movement in the air.

 

The empyrean domain carried a cargo of rainbows.
The exalted bouquet in the winds was fragrant,
Spring seemed before time!

 

God with so many angels presented my destiny to carve…
My humble plate into numerous prayers.
The Prophecy was pronounced…

 

As stars from heaven assembled in horizon’s many halls...
The waves, while dancing, blew conch-shells to welcome,
Celestial forces and my horoscopic guests.

                          

Geeta Chhabra