In the end,
When I face death,
Grasp my hand,
Release my soul in the gardens
Of blossoms and birds.
Who can I turn to,
In my final hour?
Do not forsake me!
As always, I will be lost
Without You.
When they rest me in silence,
Shroud me in Your grace.
Let Your gentle touch,
Be the source of my onward:
Journey.
Do not forsake me,
In my final hour.
Grasp my hand,
Release my soul in the gardens
Of blossoms and birds….

Dubai
14th July 2014

Geeta Chhabra