In flame

Pen, paper and ink…
The power of speech you excel in
The scribblings washed by the moonlight,
Tiny meteors warm up, slamming the earth.
The unstated night- calm and silent.
The wind ruffles shiny leaves,
Light up the wood fire, smell the wind.

The sky-shower unabated all night.
No fear, no desire either – the dead leaves pile up,
I know for sure…branches bare all through.
The pen has lost its power
The Ink has dried up long.
The paper has been torn.

In flame
I cannot protest…
I don’t have a voice anymore.

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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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