By Gopal Lahiri
Sabarmati, you stroke the current ripples,
evoke in me song, holding the bird tweets,
a sky we are filling.
I can see the other side of the river bank
it’s sandy blocks and concrete heights-
shadows falling in silence.
There you are standing tall with a stick,
your eyes look sharp behind rimless glass
shining in twilight.
Remember the shadows lurking behind
your words carry the low clouds,
up above the orange heavens.
Let me wake you up to the cries of
a new born parable, a silent muse
windows open into meanings.
And then you walk like the sun
towards west and west,
darkness coming in fast.
I imagine walking with you
searching for your hand to take me to the
land of peace and harmony.
on the edge of sleep
Sabarmati washes all my pains and wounds.
Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator. He is the author of 22 books published including fourteen volumes of poems in English (four jointly edited anthology of poems) and eight volumes of poems and prose in Bengali, His poems have been published across various journals and anthologies worldwide. He has recently edited the book titled ‘Jaillianwala Bagh- Poetic Tributes’. He has attended various poetry festivals in India and abroad. He is published in 12 countries and in 10 languages. He lives in Kolkata, India.
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