Ebuen Clemente Jr

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Gopal LahiriMarch 27, 2020

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Biography

written by: Gopal Lahiri

@gopallahiri

Summer skies melt
In deepest blue

Silk sarees bleed
Colours of twilight

Stars tune music
Of burning night

Boats ferry unknown
Faces in a haste

Birds tweet in
Sign languages

The evening weaves
Leftover handshakes

A web of music from
The piano strings

Play core repertoire
Of solemnities.

Lazy idioms now
Write on your biography

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Gopal Lahiri

Gopal Lahiri is a Kolkata- based bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator with 19 books (including two joint) published- . He has guest edited Setu’ an online journal. His work has been published worldwide!

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