***OUR POETRY ARCHIVE***: GOPAL LAHIRI

***OUR POETRY ARCHIVE***: GOPAL LAHIRI

After so many months

I come to know

I am here

playing with the tall trees

in silence 

on the bank of 

a serene river 

Living Voices

A few fresh petals

Each a growing thing

Sometimes to be shed, someone else

Make them heard

In the morning walk.

Much for others, others

Who may be silenced,

Mutate to white wings

And bird song is riddled

With long and short questions.

Somehow numbed, erased

The footprints are still asking

For living voices

As if in a dream, listening

Consenting, time to fill in alone.