Christmas Poem By Gopal Lahiri

Park Street

Evening lights put its words into the world of vessels each verse reaching out to the sky pouring out stars as if the world is a seashell.

The festoons, coloured papers, church bells exploring the allure of collecting, from inside out, In search of a new vocabulary.

Periodic rumbles of cars on the street, a low hum wafting across the open windows, the shadow draws the childhood sparklers.

A leaf tumbles from its weary branch and then the applause of the unknown birds stirring the night life.

Always inside the joy and colour of love to talk out of turn, and when the night sings very close the moment hums in the air.

The song will move on A voice from a past at once distant, close at hand white flowers drop unspoken words in the crowded Park Street.

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