An evocative protest poem, by Gopal, exclusively for Different Truths.

I learned to hold up the sky like grey clouds with its back,
letting turfs and buildings go under till the blue returns
to cover the earth.
 
Day roll into fire, leading to glare
Someone whispers resistance,
 
I keep the memory hidden in my closed palm
the seed they have destroyed.
 
Each swollen wounds, shadows waving back
how small, how brief,
 
I never speak of it, the difference, the anomaly
something is too high for syllables to speak.
 
Because in truth, I want to walk, to open again
the fire of my own heart
 
I know this, everything is done to let in light
no stained glass in the old window.
 
Hear nothing else, feel the smell
see nothing else, shut my eyes, feel nothing else
a voice that forces me to speak.

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Gopal Lahiri

Gopal Lahiri is an India-based bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer, and translator with 23 books published, including four jointly edited books. His poetry is also published across various anthologies as well as in eminent journals of India and abroad. He has been invited to various poetry festivals including the World Congress of Poets. He is published in 14 countries and his poems are translated into 15 languages.

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