Metaphor

Gopal Lahiri

Time gone by
Nuances come to me,
Starting a dialogue
More tangible, more vivid
The wintry morning
Leaves a long trail.

Translates themselves
The white pigeons,
Leaping onto a tin shade
A falling in love perhaps-
Create on the street a new
Metaphor the flute musicians.

A gloomy night
Less black, less intense
And the rituals?
Merely take care of it,
All the effect
Never be able to pull up
The memories of star gazing.

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