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 number collections of poems to my credit. My recent collection of poems is Alleys are Filled with Future Alphabets.
Away with Red Hibiscus
Everything outside this room is a distant country, all of us know what is incontinence, the sounds of muezzin that float across the city is filled with sacred souls, a sprinkle of references provides a frission of nowness, air is soft with the scent of jasmine and rose, conversations are strewn with quotes from Tagore breezes in from the Maidan, shrouded by clouds with rain falling. red hibiscus in bloom on the triangular park, the book of lies hidden in plain sight garden alive with bees a jar filled with unacquitted love, kulfi, jelabis, and there is the paratha dough, when you can’t breathe, then you know it’s ready. flutters from closing pages of the night let me be this indiscreet always, speaking without the need of the voice because breath is the first-born language *kulfi, jelabis are Indian Sweets, paratha dough is Fried Dough Indian Food
©2021 Gopal Lahiri
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