Aparna Chatterjee

Quench - Poem by Aparna Chatterjee

From your face
To your throat,
Your chest
To your phallus,
Belongs to

I’m thirsty.
Come and
Quench me.

Comments about Quench by Aparna Chatterjee

  • Bharat Mehru (12/22/2011 5:47:00 AM)

    Quench me....! is really an eternal and unheard call from the burning earth, it seems the call hasn't reached up to the watery clouds.And ofcourse the life lies between a call and a reply. (Report) Reply

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  • Federico del Corazón (12/21/2011 1:17:00 PM)

    I have a feeling that, that 'Quench' will never end. Its like a fire, the more you feed it, the hotter it burns with desiers. (Report) Reply

  • (12/21/2011 6:45:00 AM)

    Like it. Short and sweet. A really great poem.
    A great write.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
    For Paul Blackburn. Its a trur story.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

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