Silence

Gopal Lahiri

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.

Short Bio:Faruk Ahmed Roni   is a bilungual writer and  poet from the UK. He is  the founder-editor of several literary platforms , including Global Poet and Poetry   and Shikor. He is a   creative activist  engaging himself in organising several poetry festivals and events  and also mentoring emerging writers.

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