Silent and still

Now that it has begun
How painful it was

As though in a circle
Of sound
There was a faint flush of tears

Footsteps lost the altitude in staircase

On one level, the unerring truth of sharp knife pressed in and the stain erased in a breathing world

Yet far behind the blank wall
Someone did dredge up memories
Pallid and grotesque

Looking at the glass window

The starry night
Silent and still,
Burdened with mystery and milky ways
Told more than you could tell

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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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