Aparna Chatterjee


Quench - Poem by Aparna Chatterjee

From your face
To your throat,
Your chest
To your phallus,
Everything
Belongs to
Me.

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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