Lines of Communication


Hear my voice!
I cannot help calling and pleading.
So many miles away –
You are from home.
Hear my voice.


Are we ordained by Destiny,
To deal with each other,
With revenge, alone?
Are we destined to live in the poisoned
Air of hatred?


In the fall of this endless strife,
The distant mist of the bombings,
Has become my personal problem.
Day by day, I am fated to die
With those who are dying!


I am aghast to meet death everyday!
I huddle in a stupor,
Looking hopelessly,
At the meaning of conflict and wars.
Yes, I see the Phantom’s black head reappear…


I am confused and weary and afraid.
Hear my voice,
And tell me – when will this dark age
Pass away?
Though pale is the glimmer of hope…


Say, you will hear my voice.





Geeta Chhabra


From the book: Smash My Glass by Geeta Chhabra.

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