By
Aneek Chatterjee
Before The War Begins
Let me count tears
before the war begins
Let me sense wounds
before the war begins
After the war, I’ll see
nothing; – no cottage, no tree, no smile,
no love, no trust. War will take away
green grass, melody and dreams
Only ravaged land, betrayed
looks, malnourished children
hanging from the arms of
wretched, raped mothers
Let me cry loud before
the war begins, because
I’ll have no tear left
after the war
Unknown Earth
Earth is dismantling
like a glass pane
steadily
without sound, but
bleeds within the
dark chamber
Known earth is drifting
away from sunlight
music, poetry, senses,
intellect;
slowly but surely,
in front of
a bewildered corpse
Aneek Chatterjee
Aneek Chatterjee is an Indian poet and academic from Kolkata and author of “Seaside Myopia: A Book of Poems” (Cyberwit.net, 2018). He has been published in literary magazines in the USA, Canada, Australia, UK, Mauritius, Philippines, Bangladesh and India. His poems have been included in eight anthologies also; — all published from the USA. Chatterjee has a ph.d. in International Relations. He also authored and edited 9 academic books and a novel titled “The Funeral Procession”, besides numerous articles. He taught at the University of Virginia, USA as a Fulbright Visiting fellow.
Congratulations , Aneek.I fully share your thoughts on War.Our government is now thinking of taking the war to space.This is not bravery but foolhardiness Our scientists have warned that the destroyed satellite may pose a danger to space probes.Keep writing