Plainspeak Poem by Aneek Chatterjee

Let us take a different route
Not so common, not oft taken
But true to the core

Let us do some plainspeak
What you dislike in me
and what I dislike in you

Why the silvery moon appears
hollow to me,
why it is bright golden to you

why I prefer buses for office,
why you want to sail
smooth on 19th century trams

My laughter appears to be
pretence, and your calm
like the ice of Neolithic

Why your melancholy
grips me in a winter evening,
and my cries sweep you in dreams

Let us do some plainspeak
about disliking, difference,
we're not indifferent of

Let us do some soul searching
not for restoration of likings,
not for crisis repair

but for the golden moon, winter
evenings, laughter, cries,
old trams, buses and melancholy.



(16 / 08 / 2018)