By Gopal Lahiri
it’s a tiny room, a deserted islet
that stores tales beneath the pillows
like the light switch at night
I find while stroking the wall
where love is, though I do not
understand of beauty thriving
in a place of exile.
vegetables grow outside, flowers blossom
a beehive counts the passing days,
days smell like a ray of light,
writes the allegory of the soul
a moment of increasing joy
and all the time I move my fingers
needling a bloom.
About the author:
Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator with 24 books published,
including five jointly edited books. His poetry is also published across various anthologies as
well as in eminent journals of India and abroad. His poems are translated in 16 languages. He
has been nominated for Pushcart Prize for poetry in 2021. He is the recipient of the Poet of
the Year Award in Destiny Poets, UK, 2016, Setu Excellence Award, 2020, Pittsburgh, US
and Indology Life-Time Achievement award, West Bengal, India. His latest collection of
poems ‘Alleys are Filled with Future Alphabets.’ has received wide acclaim. He has
recently edited an anthology of poems ‘ Voices Within’, published by Setu publications, US.