Blue Edge

I see you walking on the pavement
a fragrant spell rekindles your voice
in the scent-laden past.

Here all things are gone, yet present,
echo of molten memory- the laughter
and the adolescence.

The windows and doors are broken,
all things are not reframed, love
thrown aside in this space.

Little burr of the feathers, the wind
blows from the last mountain,
an eon of silence.

The beautiful feet, the perfect legs
but the shoulders bend forward,
as if the body will not answer.

You carry the groove, unhealed
water plunges but cannot wash
the evening’s blue edge.

Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator with 29 books published, including eight solo/jointly edited books. His poetry and prose are published across more than seventy journals and anthologies globally. His poems are translated in 16 languages. He has been nominated for Pushcart Prize for poetry in 2021. He has received Setu Excellence Award, Pittsburgh, US, in poetry. He is the first recipient of. Jayanta Mahapatra National Award for Literature, 2024. Read other articles by Gopal.