Gopal Lahiri
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When the city wakes up in the morning
When all the singing is in the tops
of the coconut palm tree,
I come out in the balcony and throw
seeds to the pigeons.
Sometimes I go to a park.
It has a fixed lane for the morning walkers,
They talk about their cup of gladness.
They live their life in their own way.
There is no argument here.
Sometimes I sit for hours on the bench
stretching my arms to the sky,
pointing my fingers to the flying birds
Whose roof is the sky? I ask them,
and there is the silence I can touch now.
@gopallahiri
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Short Bio:
Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator with 31 books published, including eight solo/jointly edited books. His poetry is published worldwide.
