Fall Back

We look over the hillocks
for the spread of orange red color
I do not know where it ends.

it does not matter if I
read the pulse of the rivulet
or the soul of a baul song,

the red soil for your leisurely walk
the barren land and dry leaves
make less likely to engage in,
no curtain call yet.

and for a moment between us
the early evening mist
to trust each other,
just a fall back.

a dream for seeing through
where the conflict ends
in unsung harmonies,
under a starry sky,

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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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