Bio Note: I am a retired geo-scientist and now engage in full-time writing bilingual (English and Bengali) poetry and do book reviews and translation. Yet my first love is traveling and photography. Being a Tiger fan, I love Jungle Safari too much. I have jointly edited the Indo- American Anthology Bridging Continents. I have a few collections of poems to my credit.
Doors have rusted on their hinges the sounds of excavation and the shadow climb on the roof beneath the starry sky. whispers settle as dust on the pavement. the night, the following day, for months, years, centuries. There is a long pause almost always after the stream of chatter; each voice resonates pleas and cries. The posters with dense blue colour break out and burn in low flame of halogen lights new syllables etch post truth, sin and shame. Entrapped in ink pots, each message carries shouts and remonstrations, the musty smell of history wafting in all night in the gathering darkness. but the war begins now in mind’s eye sharpen the blades of dishevelled alphabets.
©2021 Gopal Lahiri
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