August 2020
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 travelling
and photography. Being a Tiger fan, I love Jungle Safari too much. I have jointly edited Indo-American
Anthology titled 'Bridging Continents'.I have a few collections of poems to my credit.
Future Alphabets
Each night is mundane and lonely.
Night-birds spread their wings.
The moment I’m looking for is buried
beneath the black soil.
Each wound I polish on the secret stone
shines in false light: there is nostalgia too.
When the lizards cry
the moon goes behind swelling clouds.
There is a thick silence you can lean against.
The city is laconic the way it was centuries ago.
The broken walls scribble: alleys are filled
with future alphabets.
A certain beauty is waiting on the street
with something that cares, that cultivates.
©2020 Gopal Lahiri
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