Every time I cross myself, not foster it, let it go

To the wilderness, where I intend to walk in

Not knowing the real root of anger, the time and space

We belong to, ignoring the shabby, ragtag outside,

Disparate?  They are not exactly as we perceive

But it is enough to break their backbones,

Crack through the criss-cross joint planes,

Of vengeance and blather snapping old chords,

Pain and anguish, only weak they are,

No moon walking or languid faces under solar light,

Sad steps seek to rise but failed and frustrated,

But the judgments of other still occur,

Undone by the crack on the bedrock,

Not convincing at the end of the journey.

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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.

1 thought on “Undone

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    This poem’s perspective conveys a sense of immediacy and urgency about an enigmatic individual whose questions remain embedded in doubt.


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