O, Night.
You bring with your nocturnal self,
The yearning in me to: mourn.

 

Drape me in your blackness; hear the sound of my crashing dreamscapes.

 

I want to abandon everything,
in search of God.
But where is He?

 

O, Night, build me stairs
to reach Him.
This world is too much
for me.

 

 

Mumbai
18th June 2020

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

(From Lockdown Collection)