My Lord,
The chronicle of my life lies on
a bed of shingles.
Will Your stream
of benevolence run through
this way?
For me to make my sweet haven, again!

 

My Lord,
I am utterly lost, debilitated,
and in despair!
Will You give me safe and strong
Shelter?

 

My Lord,
I feel the chill
of the cold mountain wind,
and the scorching breath
of the roasting desert’s dunes.

 

My Lord,
A mere nod will suffice from You,
to save me, 
and show me the light for my goals.
Protect me that I never attempt –
What ill-pleases, You.
Speak to me of reason and patience.

 

 

Dubai

2009                           

 

Geeta Chhabra