The Leeway


In one there is many, in one there is unknown

Unknown the grey sky, unknown the lengthy shadows,


Instead of one shade, another shade

Instead of one history, another history.


To comb the night, to cut the web of strangers

Familiar words, rhyme, metaphor, deception.


In one life, the steep edge of another life

In one body, the warmth of another body.


The symbol goes past you, save worst for the last

More disquieting, more fire, more inhalations.


In the shell and ashes of dream, forget everything,

In the rugged wrinkled face, comes the evening.


The stretch of sun and moon, the stillness, the pillage

In one possibility, another possibility always remains.


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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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