Pains (Included In The 'best Of 2020' Anthology, Innerchild Press; Also In My 4th Poetry Collection, 'archive Avenue', Cyberwit (India) ,2022 Poem by Aneek Chatterjee

Pains have many exits,
but only a single depository,
hidden inside bones.
In that invisible pot, the old lady
unloads lonely winter evenings
in candle light.
Here the barren fields whisper
melancholy after every harvest
& wrinkles around doused eyes
practice laughter surreptitiously.

Pains have many languages,
but only one page
where we scribble colored
graphs of monitors from
white, cold beds.

Pains have many becks,
but only one small pond,
where drops are stored
in winter & fall, spring
& summer
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© Aneek Chatterjee