Aparna Chatterjee Poems

The accountant
Who lived in this
House
The headmistress
...

Charlie
Will be
One year old
Tomorrow,
...

Stubble
Is grey,
His hair
Too
...

The pain
Was all mine
What was yours?
...

I slept off
Thinking
It will be
My last
...

In the
Realms
And recesses
Of the mind
...

Conquered
They, Everest
And emerged
Victorious, till
...

Growing up
Is seeing
Spiders and
Hoovering
...

So much
Poverty,
Deprivation
And water
...

That poem
Left the
Smell of
Sex in me
...