In a cloud-covered-night.
The moon is hiding its face.
Will raindrops quench
The longing brook,
And freshen up the landscape?

 

On the high-browed mountains,
The stately trees are sparse.
Will Heaven’s nectar reach them,
To clear their doubts looming in grey?

 

Amidst this unseasoned scene.
Within me Paradise stirs.
I go out of bounds...
When I hear your name surface!

 

 

Mumbai
2000

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

 

From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra