from one water’s edge to the other
the layers were scornful
I pull that they don’t cover
and I can’t move.
Stars are the assassins of ages
I am waiting, trembling for a blue
hem to lengthen, to trace
the tip of the last mountain.
fresh burns
the liver becomes blood
Is this the beginning of a new line?
a mouth that passes warmth on
I breathe, pass my balminess to the dark
keyhole that sees
night peeps in
and closes the window.
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Gopal Lahiri
@gopallahiri
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Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator with 33 books published, including eight solo/jointly edited books. His poetry and prose are published across more than one hundred journals and anthologies globally His poems are translated in 18 languages and published in 19 countries. He has been nominated for Pushcart Prize for poetry in 2021 and Best of the Nets for poetry in 2025. His ‘Selected Poems’ was published by Classix, New Delhi. His recent book ‘Wasp and Filament ‘ was published by Hogg Press, Madison, US.
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