।। ত্রিতাপহারিণী ২০২০।। T3 শারদ সংখ্যায় Gopal Lahiri
Light Shower
There is something surreal about it
my hands are without gravity tonight,
I still remember the smell of fingers and breaths
from mundane to sublime in a split of second
Earth gliding past the large window,
Aurora borealis and unfulfilled showers
Times are spent running and harnessed in the treadmill
images of shopping in grocery shop
and sit in traffic float in silence,
In an uninhabitable atoll,
raindrops weave blankets, stich syllables,
constellate replaces the pale moon-
the dreams are too blue to be real.
And the night remains surreal until the day break.
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