Victories must go on
to last...
each arm of mine grows
ten armoured plates.
It should not be
a concerning matter,
how unfairly judgemental
have been my nocturnal days.

Unasked, the unwieldy sickle should
become a valiant godly hand;
the heart be governed
by a stable mind process;
improvising thrones
from thorns,
crowns from crests
of turbulent waves.

Geeta Chhabra

The Unsung Psalm

Victories must go on
to last...
each arm of mine grows
ten armoured plates.
It should not be
a concerning matter,
how unfairly judgemental
have been my nocturnal days.

Unasked, the unwieldy sickle should
become a valiant godly hand;
the heart be governed
by a stable mind process;
improvising thrones
from thorns,
crowns from crests
of turbulent waves.

Geeta Chhabra