The Wall

Scrubbed its walls, deconstructed,

people can slip through the cracks;

escape with only sadness.

a stack of six burnt chapattis

roofs scorching black

from the cooking fire,

empty sacks of flour

filthy water in a mug, cold,

at the edge of the garbage dump.

a squinty eyed rickety woman

scratching her old wounds,

numbed, scarred.

stick to her side

bloated bellies, blank faces of children,

sucking their thumbs.

pungent smoke fills the dirt lanes,

frozen moonlight on a small trough

melts slowly in despair.

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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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