The mosaic tiled ceiling, the gleaming glass windows

Where from now we should step in? Where to end up?

Peaked roof against the backdrop of green mountains

Natural light coming through the openings, sit on our face.


The glinting of sunlight measures everything to make life worthwhile

Where do we go to spur our growth? Will it be only form and line?

A bird in flight over the vast plains below the smooth hills

Light and shadows unfazed, sift throughout the day.

We come closer, shake our hands and whisper in silence

Can we go up further and further? Can we do it all too soon?

We are served in a large ceramic bowl of lentil soup

Warming up inside, plunging deep into our soul.


Fabrics in the shade of green and terracotta as if an wired mesh

We look into each others’ wide eyes on the shining glass skin.

Timber frames pile up, skylights glow, windows all around

Is this the time to comingle our roots in the dark underground?

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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.

4 thoughts on “Roots

  1. lokesh roy

    The 2nd line just hits the point -in a dramatic fashion. The entire detour was a fascinating journey, what with the lentil soup served in between ! – ” plunging deep into our soul “.


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