By Gopal Lahiri
Look at my window.
It’s littered with handprints.
hands beckon to each other:
a primeval language
deaf like a stone, a downpour.
so close is your sleep dust eyes
then my mandible on your shoulder, my ear
against yours, our noses pointing away
to the cliff.
skies now holding various shades of colour
the flowers blossom, fragrance spreads.
the voice of the trees is like any meanders,
sinuous bends, loops, curves, turns,
and finally winding in the channel-
a simulacrum of soul music.
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.