Cross Section

Walk in the garden

It’s about movement and measure,

Sip slowly the minute.

Rip open a budding flower

Melt with desire,

Helpless as we are, hurt.

A set of detached sound

Seeking the hidden reason,

The limit and beyond.

Reveries laced with petals

Rustling the dry leaves,

Love and let go.

Flight of tiny birds

A cross section drawn in the sky,

They carry into freedom.

Yellow light washes our face

Beyond the open window,

Yet it transcends our mind.

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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.

3 thoughts on “Cross Section

  1. ramesh rai

    Loved the lines
    Flight of tiny birds

    A cross section drawn in the sky,

    They carry into freedom.

    Yellow light washes our face

    Beyond the open window,

    Yet it transcends our mind.
    Thanks for sharing.

    Reply

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