Amoeba (From My 5th Poetry Anthology, 'last Evening Was A River', Penprints (India) ,2024. Poem by Aneek Chatterjee

The vast, ancient ceiling was
ridiculing me from above.
Suddenly I doubted my existence
and felt like a tiny insect
or an amoeba, you can't normally see.
Quickly it dropped two huge iron beams
to crush my fragile glass, -- my id

After a devastating war, the must-survive
amoeba looked up
to view many visible cracks
on the powered ceiling
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© Aneek Chatterjee