The Gypsy’s song never stops
Coming to me –
It echoes my bulky sighs!
And burns my flesh teasingly, too deeply.

 

With eyes of supple innocence,
The Gypsy looks at me.
He lures me with his jingling bells,
I turn away hurriedly.
Let deception cover with its dark veil,
The fever I wear of my lingering shame.
Who can give me the vision,
That I can come out clean?

 

My memory lane was numb,
And now awakes to the Gypsy’s song,
In the land of the Gypsy-realm,
Is there no friendly Chief,
Who can refrain the strings and notes
From bringing up:
My past’s deceit?
The flames are soaring in my heart.

 

The Gypsy’s song never stops
Coming to me –
It echoes my bulky sighs!
And burns my flesh teasingly, too deeply.

 

 

Mumbai
1998

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra