In a hyperbolic move

The black bird flares up

With the flash of wings

Falling, turning away

Makes her own path,

Let it happen like a

Pause on a wooded trail

Or be soothed by river water,

Every figure inhales

Cold intake air,

Embraces the blue sky

Flying to reach Manhattan skyline,

Time to look inside

A wavering pulse closing off,

The emptiness gone,

I wish beneath the black skin

The knives and weapons

Turn into cherry flowers

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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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