Sometimes words are torn polythene bag
deflowered by pain and wounds.

the forest have shrunk
the wise men once played a vital role but
they are less human now.

the tiny birds and bees are in uncertain future
animal skeletons lay bare, dusted leaves,
who can be our best allies?

Sometimes words are bold and luminous
bring fish bones and charcoal night.

We’re told- the furnace faces push the barriers
the grey morning rustles in silence.

the attacks withstood, care for nothing else,
of escaping from long suffering.

Sometimes words are secret seeds
they bring new metaphors for life.

About the author:  Gopal Lahiri was born and grew up in Kolkata. A post graduate in Geology, he works as a Geoscientist and currently lives in Mumbai, India. He is a bilingual poet, writer, editor and translator and widely published in Bengali and English language. His English poetry books include ‘Silent Steps’ and ‘Living Inside’ and four POD books published by Lulu, USA. His translation works in Bengali ‘Not Just Milk and Honey’, (published by NBT, India), a collection of short stories of Israel is widely acclaimed. He has recently edited (Jointly with Kiriti Sengupta) a poetry anthology – ‘Scaling heights’, published by Authorspress, New Delhi. [Read More]

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