Drawing sketches
On the desert-sky,
With a steady wing-beat,
The falcons fly.

 

The sparkling oasis
Sings a miracle’s psalm,
In veneration
Of the emerald palm.

 

The latticed pattern
Of the moving sands
Has broken free:
From its own embracing span.

 

Among the cactii,
And the nettled thorn,
In blushed tones of red –
A flower is born.

 

Surrendering to this
Nomadic charm -
Belligerent winds have left
The dunes unharmed.

 

Laying a love-siege
On the arid land,
The juvenile waves have
Crossed limits far beyond....

 

Trapeezing through
The azure skies,
The rainbow did
A full circle of joy.

 

Even the sonnet
Of the lamenting lark,
Has burst forth into
A polka dance!

 

I close my eyes,
To contemplate the view.
Arranged and rearranged,
I’ll say: it is God in everything…

 

Dubai
1998

                          

Geeta Chhabra