The way through the woods can be dark.
But, sometimes a Whisper
Could bring my steps near scents
Of blooming flowers!

I might even be granted,
A sweet lake's water,
Coming out of a Whisper
From a wonder cave!

Ah! Over the years,
I feel the whisper of a Whisper
Is alike a miracle

Playing the essential role,
Of waiting upon my infinite strength,
To believe in miracles.

20th November 2012

Geeta Chhabra