July 2021
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.
Edges of Time
Years and centuries are irrelevant now.
you can keep them in the betelnut box.
Some pigeons and corrugated sheets
are in longing, in generosity.
The golden streak of sunrays, afternoon
razor sharp and like red-hot smiles.
In the tropical sun, healing into
warmth, you keep faith in silence.
Emerging from mud pot, the flowers
bloom, footfalls are buried under bricks.
There is a long pause, when
can I return and caress my shadow?
Hot winds drop some left-over punctuations
on the doormat undaunted by the dark.
©2021 Gopal Lahiri
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