Crimson hues draping the desert’s sky,
Splashed brilliant colours, making collages
Of moments that went by…

 

Time flew as if it were on fleeting wings,
Leaving a blaze of images
With ever-lasting links.

 

Such depths were clear in the setting sun.
Oh! See how I can still remember
The golden ball dispersed about the hillside…

 

The hillside, the sun, those Fujairah’s rocks!
What a colourful flag of strength they fly!
Each time, I find them and think of joy.

 

In my travels from Dubai to Fujairah to Dubai.

 

1998

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

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