last night was of drummers-
perched on the summit the dark clouds,
time collapses into a cloudy morning.

looking at the window
a slight drizzle on cascade of lawns
spoiling the carnivals of bulbuls and parrots

hot water bottle in my bed,
big room with mosaic floor
and stuff leopards’ stich stories,

inklings of life in a canvas,
are now plucking music from the air,
I do not have any control.

upwelling of white clouds,
now reveal,
sunlight and raindrops integrate nothing


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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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