To Myself – II

 

The way through the woods can be dark.
But, sometimes a Whisper
Could bring my steps near scents
Of blooming flowers!

 

I might even be granted,
A sweet lake's water,
Coming out of a Whisper
From a wonder cave!

 

Ah! Over the years,
I feel the whisper of a Whisper
Is alike a miracle…

 

Playing the essential role,
Of waiting upon my infinite strength,
To believe in miracles.

 

 

20th November 2012

                          


Geeta Chhabra


 
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