Anguish

Sitting on the foothill

The tiny bird lost its vowel

In the debris tumbling down,

Sings in my ear the low

Sound ringing inside the conch shell,

The Mother Earth looses her arms

In the saw blade

Drawn in the sharp edged clouds.

The trees so tall

Dark Night fails to show her silver teeth.

All those stars melt in the sky, above, The moon warns in turn,

I can not erase my sin either.

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About gopallahiri

Gopal Lahiri, a bilingual poet from India, has been writing poetry for more than twenty years. He has had five poetry collections in Bengali (mother tongue) and five collections in English. His poems appeared in print and electronic publications worldwide. He is a regular contributor of poems in several poetry web sites and magazines.

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