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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