Cold Fire

Cold Fire
When night falls, the street light comes on in the hovel
Sipping pure cold fire
Grandpa’s torn coat button shines on the wall
Crack open the memories.
Water stops flowing in the municipal tap
Holding the roof in rain, the brick and stone,
Monsoon puddles go long into the winter
In this filthy muddy lane.

Shivers and lies still Children are there,
Explore the Street miracle, a gallant kingfisher
in flight looking effortless.

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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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