The Road Beneath My Window Poem by Aneek Chatterjee

goes to the river, ahead
of the cornfield.
Goes to a factory, and a school
and a supermarket, to a church,
beside the blue sea.

The road beneath my window
goes through a movie, where
the hero wept in front of a child
before getting shot
(by the innocent) .
It travels through myriad pages
of poetry written around
football scams
and redlight zones;
it smiles among smiling girls,
kicks the ball for an undeserved goal

The road below my window
has suffered with travesty; it
tells the story of splendid architecture
clapping decadence
But it shines in twilight

The road beneath my window
traverses everyday
through cloggy bylanes
strewn inside



(From My Anthology "Seaside Myopia: A Book of Poems", Cyberwit.net. Now available in Amazon)