By Gopal Lahiri
That’s the fall, that’s the liberation,
beautiful blow of the autumn leaves,
explosion of red and yellows.
I go to find myself in the rays of sunshine
not to be guided by slur,
usurping the reign of light
to flow beneath the skin and bone.
Stand in the shadow of a cave
root and rock, senses of separation,
plant and man- today and everyday
even link unevenness in me
From the world within
I often bend down and collect star dust
in the tenants of ruddiness,
the unknown meadows of whisper
weave carpets of colour and light.
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 (includes four edited/ jointly anthology of poems) and eight volumes of poems and prose in Bengali, His poems, translations and book reviews have been published across various journals (includes Indian Literature) worldwide. He has recently edited the book titled ‘Jaillianwala Bagh- Poetic Tributes’. He has attended various poetry festivals in India and abroad. His poems are translated in 10 languages.
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