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.
Each night is mundane and lonely. Night-birds spread their wings. The moment I’m looking for is buried beneath the black soil. Each wound I polish on the secret stone shines in false light: there is nostalgia too. When the lizards cry the moon goes behind swelling clouds. There is a thick silence you can lean against. The city is laconic the way it was centuries ago. The broken walls scribble: alleys are filled with future alphabets. A certain beauty is waiting on the street with something that cares, that cultivates.
©2020 Gopal Lahiri
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