An Open Admission


As the days were turbulent,
So I was turbulent.
(This, turbulence, was not my creation).
As the nights were blind,
So I was in darkness.
But, I have the owl’s eyes,
Deep and blazing eyes.
So I could see beyond the unpredictable.


The way it all went,
Within and outside:
An infected world prevailed,
And, repeatedly, turbulence filled me
With its space.
At the end,
There was perfect harmony,
In this near-and-far obscurity.




Geeta Chhabra


From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra

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