gulab khandelwal selected poems

Where are you going,
Sitting on the chariot of the sky,
Drawn by black and white horses,
Forming milky lines by the wheels,
Raising the dust of stars on the track?
I am seeing your eagle-painted flag.
Will you also take me with you?
Lifting me out of this dark room,
Or you are simply alluring me ?
Simply deceiving me
By your out-stretched arms?