that night with the crescent moon

You say

that’s what I want in life.

We see, we laugh, we cry at the end,

no message to preach!

a blank page!

strangely, we do not have a word for sunrise

so common for one and the same,

Your thoughts up there.

the early morning raga

in your sitar strings

struggles between song and sigh.

sooner or later, equalises us all,

the word loneliness,

that can never protect us.

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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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