Fall Back

Fall Back short poem

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We look over the hillocks
for the spread of orange red color
I do not know where it ends.

it does not matter if I
read the pulse of the rivulet
or the soul of a baul song,

the red soil for your leisurely walk
the barren land and dry leaves
make less likely to engage in,
no curtain call yet.

and for a moment between us
the early evening mist
to trust each other,
just a fall back.

a dream for seeing through
where the conflict ends
in unsung harmonies,
under a starry sky,

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Gopal Lahiri

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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.
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Aloke
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Beautifully romantic, Evoke visuals of fields and hillocks of red soil countryside with a sprinkle of nostalgia and mysticism.

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