Morning is still unborn,
Cloudy curtains like crushed Sarees disappear
after the rain,
The sky is now awashed with
hope and innocence,
A row of spotlight nails to the boundary wall,
Stone lamp glows in front of the Kalighat temple,
the city is at its most beaming, noiseless,
festoons hang on the doorway
tramlines draw the traffic patteren.
The green leaves,
gainst the silhouette of trees,
the wilted jasmine sinks, longing for sunlight,
Somewhere a tiny voice crack
the first sound,
Morning has never been such a restless infant.
Photo Nick Victor
Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator with 22 books published, including four 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 12 languages.