(Lines on the people of Libya agitating against the long and tyrannical regime of Muammar Gadaffi)

Does the blemished
white rose of their hopes,
appear like the pale face
of tattered memories —
stark and ghost-like?

Does the appearance
of an unfeasible dawn,
drug them back
to hostile sleep —
persistent as ever,
abusing their weary dreams?

In all the four seasons;
since decades long —
with startling suddenness,
sons of the soil have disappeared,
besieged by the ruthless power
of Gadaffi and his inner circle.

Though, for me,
March has always been a Spring-month,
I no longer feel the touch of Spring —
watching on my TV screen,
the remorseless tyrant threatening!
In March — how many more will perish!

3rd March 2011

Geeta Chhabra

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