it happens now and then a mother begs for her child and bleeds inside down there in the abyss in dirt and smoke you say it is ugly and turn your eyes to the Indian rollers in flight showing the elegant plumes.
you lament about missing footprints, broken footsteps yet those shanty shades can easily collapse in the rain and misery may set afoot one day and the victims will shout for help,
It happens now and then people hurrying here and there accustomed to the blinding rain, the birds roost on the overflowing canal water, makeshift water bodies.
you are always wise and may jump in and join in the candle light vigil for the hungry lives of the deprived mother and child lay in hapless silence in cooling nights. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Gopal Lahiri was born in Calcutta, India. He is an earth-scientist by profession.He has been writing poetry for more than twenty years. He writes both in English and Bengali (mother tongue).He also occasionally writes fiction, short story, essay, articles on current affairs and scientific interest and does translation work. He has four poetry collections in Bengali (mother tongue) and five poetry collections in English (published by Lulu, USA).He has translated (From English to Bengali) a collection of short stories of Israel (published by NBT, India). His literary works appeared in several print and electronic publications worldwide and his poems published in anthologies printed in India and abroad.
Sweet blooms dance across the screen Collage credits snipped from a magazine Marching bears play the liberty bell Thy tempestuous stomping foot sends them all to hell Bouncing maids on barnet fair Gods and angles grace the air A Cardinal
To live in the moment, And not to worry about what comes after. To live in the present, And enjoy our time as youths, before it’s over. To not worry about the future, And everything that comes along with it.
Now you call this living ? But what is living without loving ? And what is love but a verb ? Nothing more than a misconstrued word, Taken out of context by the world. We all strive for happiness . And society tells us
They say if somebody loves you once they will always love you…Well you loved me many moons ago now do you regret letting me go…aren’t you the one that said you loved everything about me, you just couldn’t get enough
Ever grown in adolescence, A convoluted leading presence, Thoughts loom large or small, Can this be it, can this be all? Eyes flicker like bulbs burning, Rarely it all fits or so I’m learning, Consumed with madness my kindness finds,