O, God, are you good or bad?
Immortal, formidable, everywhere!
Do You support uncontrolled blood-baths?
Or, there is a precise moment!
When Your heart breaks, too,
For those, who were meant to live,
And not die!

 

Do You set up road-blocks,
And land mines?
When a hand becomes a stump,
And eyes go blind…
Do You pray with folded hands
And cry as much
As we mortals cry!

 

 

Mumbai
1986

                          

Geeta Chhabra