a pale moon in a blistery winter night
owes much to the hazy screen of the sky,
a great spinner of the mystery images,
can’t get enough rib and bones to celebrate
the missing tiny minutes and seconds.

form and tone shifts quickly from
a soothing dream to the stark reality
of people drawing knives for survival,
it’s what they have learnt to execute
the reason they never needed to explain.

love, affection, gratitude, fortune- no never
they are not in elite class or royal ruins,
it seems important as long as they evade
the lofty claim for real art and beauty and
to yield till the last drop of dirty blood.

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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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