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.
It’s the end of the day, it’s different, the columns and pillars convey the sense of anxiety, old faces are squashed up against the glass watching a swirling, hypnotic mashup of heads and limbs crowd the narrow pavement, threads of traffic crawling along the narrow road The evening sun humming a Ghazal, dissolves the boundaries between inner and outer worlds, broken light now knocks the bas-relief wall the memorial commemorates the horror and heroism, this is what freedom costs. Never really witness all the miracles, the body which you live every minute feel the mud and blood, the sweat and tears, bandaged moon stumbles into the arms of the eastern heights. the city is there, sleeping in the shadows.
©2021 Gopal Lahiri
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