Let us share our teardrops with the passing clouds
Find solace and peace in the solitude of tall trees,
Wondrous the fragrance of night, pure and untainted,
A new bud appears in our troubled mind, tortured soul.

For it be there, the silver moon, not depends on our presence
Burning inside, travels in motion without leaving a trace,
We pray in deep silence, many lives instead of solitary,
A bracing antidote, the true life is beyond, days and years.

We want to weave some more stars and planets in the sky,
That spins out surreal music sharpened by rock-strewn edges.
The gentle breeze that caress the branches, takes a life of its own,
The rays that pierce the lonely heart of rivers, the water flows.

Every night is special, unique in its perpetual path of survival,
Our grind shines over different vistas in different time zones,
We will be present to face life in a new space, in a new corridor,
Of madness and glory, echo with hidden joy and lean shadows.

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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.

2 thoughts on “Share

  1. lokesh roy

    ‘Share’ is unique for several reasons . It has all the elements to calm the mind. Each line has a cooling element to it :- clouds-trees-night-bud-/ moon-trace-pray-bracing/sky-music-breeze-water/night-zones-life & joy. Together they have all the propensity for a magical effect !

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