Kolkata Scene

Some days even the white clouds worry me,
the way the sky holds them.
A rickshaw leaves mid-syllable, I am

tender with blades of grass near the Monument.

The molecules are crisp with the arrival of local train,
breaths still unspent, the time has folded them like the blankets.
the hairs curl, quivering, swallowing flies,

stems of colours in the frozen eyes.

An etching of Ganesha in wood, the steady curve
of the birds in flight, let the corners become centres.
the wind learns to lose its way on the pavement,

the red bus is just one horn away.

The river breeze is rarely corrupted by lies
and there will be no more burning inside.

Butterflies in Maidan align with the crease of the petals
each word stations between hope and surrender.

Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator. He is the author of 22 books published including fourteen volumes of poems in English (includes four edited/ jointly anthology of poems) and eight volumes of poems and prose in Bengali, His poems, translations and book reviews have been published across various journals (includes Indian Literature) worldwide. He has recently edited the book titled ‘Jaillianwala Bagh- Poetic Tributes’. He has attended various poetry festivals in India and abroad. His poems are translated in 10 languages. Read other articles by Gopal.