Each vanished day –
brings evening’s shadows nearer,
and I am left destroyed by:
The Voice of Terror.
The Spells of Evil.
The Contempt of Vengeance.
Images of Exploitation.
The Cry of Anguish.
The Sceptre of Disappointments.
Barriers of Ignorance.
Spaces of Loneliness.
A Sigh of Grief.
Each descending night –
evening’s shadows distinctly lengthen,
in my nightmares.

 

January 2009

                          

Geeta Chhabra