Kanchan Chatterjee works in the Finance Ministry of the Government of India as a tax officer. He has been writing poems and haiku since 2012. His poems have been published in a variety of ezines. He received an honourable mention for his entry in the 2017 Eto En Oi Ocha haiku contest in Japan.
rendezvous
the old man
looked up and
recognized me
instantly…
I said I’d
not expected him
this time
(must be in his late eighties
these days,
you know)
he winked
started
to laugh…
I noticed
a few
teeth
missing…
~
Chutu Palu – at the bend
more hills, a car
passes by
us
dim
sun
more trees, here it’s slow
moving
everything, feels
good
3 hours till
i’ll
be near
canary hill, open cast
mines, cycle load of
coal, in gunny bags, on the way
to Ranchi
nobody bothers
about them
or the half-cut
hill
by which a new road
is being
laid, they say
development, damn
those trees
we don’t see
any more vultures
here
the kid in the front seat
starts another game in his cellphone
(or whatever)
never looks out the moving window, misses
a brilliant
waterfall
her mom isn’t happy
she says too much trees
around, her hubby with an i-pad nods
absentmindedly
they yawn
and wait. . .
~
monsoon
he takes another sip
closes the door
to the fog, the garbage heap, a barking
dog
he is ready
for something . . .
~
autumn
on this rainsoaked day
amidst crazy wind
watching the highway no. 33, through the moving window,
the distant hills
and miles and miles
of swaying grass – a train cutting through
all these;
whistling, homebound . . .
I forgive
myself