The Mosque

Between duel and chase,
Those who are felled,
Come to the Mosque.
Between duel and chase,
Those who are crowned
Come to the Mosque.

Life’s warring factions,
For a brief victory’s spoils,
Kneel in perfect pose,
To reach out to
The One and Only invisible,
Visible in the Mosque.

On a string of hope,
Tied to their breath and depth,
Tens, hundreds, thousands gather,
Where the Mosque was born
To keep together,
God and God’s awkward man.

Abu Dhabi
July 2011

Geeta Chhabra

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

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