The cruel moon can’t possibly
hold that much love and grief
An empty space, hissing lamps,
Do you hear the silent voice,
The sound of nobody ?

From the past that don’t fit in,
that the finger on trigger,
Low in pitch, try to focus in another angle,
If it gets worse, you won’t find a path
Out of this morass.

Toss off, not enough twist,
Not enough turns either,
Moribund chunk of life,
No longer ossified to rebel against,
collapse into mere dream at the end.

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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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