Blue

let me sit in silence

I look each side of the moon

where others never set eyes on,

every moment has to argue

for its existence.

let my hands drop on my chest

i am doing in my own way

rolling and crushing of waves

discard the door to

sun-soaked beaches.

each time you ask for the details

to buy the secret

the morning sky

refuses to tell

how much blue in the sky.

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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.

2 thoughts on “Blue

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    ” every moment has to argue for its existence. ” is a scintillating line that shines brightly in a poem casting its unwavering beam into immeasurable existential depths.

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