Aparna Chatterjee Poems

Let me
Touch
Your
Fingers
...

When we
Lack something
We seek God
...

The white hair
On the fringes
Of your face
Whispers to you
...

Setting my
Bed, I remember
How you used to
Set your bed
...

I haven't
Done a
Facial
In years
...

Two different
Trajectories
Creating
Separate
...

Don't need
Many words
To describe
How I feel
...

<span style='font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-weight: normal; '>Time has<br />
Just<br />
Flown off<br />
<br />
...

Submerge
Yourself
Under
Water
...

The look
In his
Eyes
Is one of
...