To Dubai – My Second Home


Your treasures though not mine,
Make me rich for you;
For me:  I become the richest
By my thought.


You may have met your punctual miracle
I meet mine through you:
You passing me my dues.


Several of heaven’s people
I know, are all the same –
Be they in your pervading kingdom,
Or dwelling in my land.


Even the butterfly in your park
Drops a smile on my homesick eye –
It flies with my memories:
In the same old-fashioned way.


On desertly skies,
When the staunch chant develops
In your opulent minarets –
I do not feel an outcaste in ranks
Or, broken in faith.


Alike our likeness,
I also believe in One God –
God of all creations!
My humble heart craves
for His open grace –
the same way as you pray.





Geeta Chhabra


From the book: An Indian Ode To The Emirates by Geeta Chhabra

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