Foxtrot

Blinking inside
The green water of the garden pond
And the beautiful curve of the moon
I am not the same,

Your face, a brick field
Spewing fire and venom to burn down
The joyful moments.
Under the summer sky.

The cherishing moment
That has lost something
From its root,
Animate the chasing starlets.

Night’s waltz,
There is beauty in the dance
Not touched yet we wrestle
With emotions and explore all along.

The promise is sinking through
The soft glow of the jelly-eyed sky
Before the solitary moon
Comes back to claim me.

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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 “Foxtrot

  1. VijayNair

    The uneven rhythm of the foxtrot dance is aptly juxtaposed with the actions of the lovers who ” wrestle with emotions” against the setting of the splendorous nocturnal ambience.

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