Endless Meadows--By Gopal Lahiri--India

Endless Meadows

All day long a voice carries an echo

One who lives once and can’t return

And there through the open window

Ascending the high-rise

The emerald green dreams float,

Cosset love into ears.

A new moment of truth and waiting

Day after day in cloak of white in winter

Leaping flames in night after night,

Grey clouds and refreshing rain dance

Leaving behind the emptiness and void

Across the brown fields, into the thorny woods

Keeping it to itself, not a word is ever said

about life and endless meadows.

Let us sing to the stroke of time, one soul

In the world in laps of the lofty mountain

To climb step by step, stone by stone

And conquer the heights.

Gopal Lahiri is a Mumbai-based poet, critic, and author with seven collections of poetry; one translation work of short stories of Israel, edited one anthology on poetry. His poems are widely published in journals and magazines from India and abroad. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ Poet of the Year award 2015.