Diary of the Skeptic

by Aneek Chatterjee / May 10th, 2020

When I shout peace
autumn leaves
remind me of a blood bath
in a remote hamlet
and I see red in every
tree, clay barren road,
every sky

When I say justice,
my raped sister laughs
inside the mirror, she used
to look decent

When I utter noble words
my image in deep, dark water
breaks into several
ephemeral rounds
and mocks me

Aneek Chatterjee is a poet and academic from Kolkata, India. He has been published in reputed literary magazines and poetry anthologies across the globe. His recent credits are: Chiron Review, Shot Glass Journal, The Stray Branch, Chicago Record, Ann Arbor Review, Setu, Ethos Literay Journal, New Asian Writing, Pangolin Review, Montreal Writes, Mark Literary Review etc. He authored two poetry collections named “Seaside Myopia” & "Unborn Poems and Yellow Prison" (Cyberwit.net). Chatterjee has a Ph.D. in International Relations; and has been teaching in leading Indian universities. Read other articles by Aneek.

This article was posted on Sunday, May 10th, 2020 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.