Poetry by Gopal Lahiri


Tonight the tiny stars
waltz every now and then
a little bit of rubs,
lips pucker to gather words and spring
a dark surprise as they take off.

some planets adhere before
being tossed aside,
there is more to life
than patience and feel,
they must indulge in some.

the half moon impeccably attired
in shades of white and silver,
all the rushing acquire raging filaments
lay out a deadly skycap
emerge from hiding at last.

there is an air of sangfroid
about the wandering night clouds,
blush of the evening sky
fail to remember the flight of stairs
down to the much maligned earth.

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