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Best Poems Written by Gopal Lahiri

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Dry Spell

Dry spell

On a summer day
the wind become standstill,
my memories enmesh
in the heap of dry leaves,
faces close enough
to feel the warmth,
silence fall back-
the tiny bird disappears.

the hand reaches out
after a brief pause,
the soft touches never
travel along the trodden track,
blazing tall trees
wisely leaving
the rain drop behind,
to taunt the tearful eyes.

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Cityscape Silhouettes

The sinful playacting of the leaders insists on
crowing over empty victories,
and words without being versed are cremated
on the despoiled landscape;
Elsewhere, night steps up on every toe and hangs fire.

All roads and lanes want bold footprints, 
it will not matter whose,
the wind’s shrilling summons convivial light
on the blurry faces and their doleful cries
struggle to reach far and beyond.

Under the shade of sodium vapour lamps,
bodies morph from poor to rich, living to dead,
the rush of blue lights distils on the discoloured skin
of the mannequins; the city scrawls and scratches
on the marbles of the palace and cenotaph.

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Deep Moments


The shadow I cast on the corridor wall
Covers my father’s radiant photo frame

Night’s transcripts are saved on the iron chest
Stacking the secrets tied in bundles 

Apologies are like incense sticks and the
truths are ever scrawled on my arid skin

I want to talk but my voice down and down
till it becomes barely a whisper

It is one of those nights when I can't 
Close my eyes and sleep in tranquility 

Moreover moonlight wants to dance on the shaky railings and try to slip inside

I want to reach out and take his hand
Each moment waiting its own turn to go back

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Moribund

 
 
Pale blue, pale yellow, pale green.
Flowers die, 
Plants, birds, animals,
Why do you need a name?
 
There will be dust, storm, cyclone.
In there, what will you wish for?
 
This trail, this narrow path, this green belt,
But something erodes them,
We can’t trace them back.
 
Now a metal road, wide, it’s heartless.
We are travelling fast, faster than light,
Are we? Will we ever be?
 
Will you be the next? They ask.
Either way, it’s an end. A sad end.
 
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