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June 24, 2024


By Gopal Lahiri


As I draw sketches of green bough
under your eyelids,
beyond the slit windows of the room
flowers explode in the sky --
on opposite sides of the bed
a day halved
by light rays forming scissors.

Also, with these hands I smear
colours -- mauve, scarlet, pink
brimming with shades to wash
my eyes in the evening
these hands know when the words
come out of a deep narrow fjord
and bleed for a long time.

Article © Gopal Lahiri. All rights reserved.
Published on 2023-05-22
Image(s) are public domain.
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