Remember that sun in last summer!
mellowed and withdrawn,

looking through the long silken curtain,
something so tender about it,
simple like moving pages after pages,

yet in my imagined voyage of discovery,

i hammer the nail to fix in the wall
in the unsettling shade of green,
and the resistance towards it,

near the kitchen table, the cracks are
now swiftly disposed of.
no words can be leaked,

a house is full of shadows,
silence is the key
to open the wooden door,

nothing has happened really,

in my sleep
still I feel so close, I dream about it.

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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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