gulab khandelwal selected poems

Where is this chariot going?
Running on the wheels of the sun and the moon,
Drawn by white and black horses
Of light and darkness,
Crossing the valley of life and death,
This chariot,
Carrying the golden creation,
Does not stay anywhere for a single moment.

Who can say.
When and from where it started,
Who is running it,
And for what purpose ?

Are you drawing me near you
By this chariot,
Every moment?