In the joy of silence,
You are born
Just to kiss and caress
All four seasons –
Invisible visible b-r-e-e-z-e!
Behind the sandy dunes
You slip by –
Gliding over the turquoise
Enthralling sea.
As a heat wave drenched sun
Weighs the desert down,
You, in every way:
Are a balm upon flowers,
And all that needs to heal.
Don’t tempt me to fly,
The way you do –
You need no wings!
Invisible visible b-r-e-e-z-e!

October 2009

Geeta Chhabra

From the book: An Indian Ode To The Emirates by Geeta Chhabra

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