To the Ink-Black Night

I have something from you.
Come, come, ink-black night,
Seep into my eyes.
The day’s head is lolling,
Covered with your undying silence.
As before, one more time,
The day had reserved the right to question me.
The day had reached out to swat me –
As if I were a fly!
Now, I need to be resurrected.
Come, come, ink-black night,
Seep into my eyes.
Send out from your undying silence –
Fond dreams of calm sleep to me.
The day’s head is lolling,
Covered with your undying silence…
I have something from you.
Come, come, ink-black night,
Seep into my eyes.

Dubai
26th January 2013

Geeta Chhabra