I have no reason to run,
Then, why am I running…
As if experiencing tyranny
From my heartless fate?
I was the songster who played
The flute and drum, once!
I was who joyed with dream-weavers
To become one of them!
Seasons made recollection of such love:
Love bound by my heart.
Love in my eyes.
Love, like me surrendered
To the advances of my sweet-heart.
Who was my sweet-heart?
You?
Who is hand-waving…
Farewell to me…
As I run?
You!

 

 

Dubai
17th February 2013

                          

Geeta Chhabra