Aparna Chatterjee Poems

I know
I'm
Crumbling
Inside
...

They don't
Have the
Guts to
Ask me
...

Plums and
Pears and
Summer
Fruits -
...

She's so
Gentle as
The breeze
...

Like
Most
Guys,
Those
...

I knew
You would
Come to see
What I've
...

Sometimes
My mind is
Foggy and
Hazy just
...

The thought
Of my son
Leaving my
Home is
...

Where did he
Go?

I can only guess
...

When you
Have poetry
As your
Constant
...