Hopelessness
High up on
the uninviting mountain –
uncalm prevails.
The air is fragile,
sparse,
and thin.
Down,
at the grisly foot
of the uninviting mountain –
deep down the valley,
I stand with emptiness,
already weary.
Beneath me,
the open ground-surface
lingers on;
as in stealth it lies
with demons’ skills:
to devour me in one-piece!
Higher up,
much beyond and over
the uninviting mountain –
the cruel sky looks on
like a rigid rock,
so still...
Doing nothing...
nothing for me!
Mumbai
1999
Geeta Chhabra