written by: Gopal Lahiri
The crescent moon is trapped
in a surgical anesthesia
whites of the eyes are frozen
in lost years, dead words
lock deep inside the moribund body.
Life is not there,
The walls echo differently
pale images sink and fade,
filling with the sea mist,
freeze on the silken doormat.
Romantic detours up in passion,
a token of teenage love
a new ease has set in,
breathing in each other’s skin
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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