Aparna Chatterjee Poems

Those
Were the
Days of
Fanaticism
...

There is Something
Very Evil about him
And he calls himself
A Friend.
...

I'm naked
To you
In my
Poetry.
...

When your poetry
Falls in love with
My poetry…
And my poetry
...

Fresh
Morning air
He thinks
He'll choke
...

Waking up
In the morning
To be greeted
By a poem.
...

If you
Cannot
Handle
Fame,
...

Turning
Fifty isn't
Easy....
...

Living
In a
Culture
Of formalities
...

He told me
To be
Romantic
As before
...