Sid, hyenas and me
12 noon, we cross another culvert, silently.
Sid is brooding.
On my left, out the window
the Canary hill flash past.
I look at the speedo, we’re hovering
around 100 kmph.
We’re going straight- to Bagoder. Then we’ll turn right- to Topchanchi.
There’s a beautiful lake out there. . .
‘How’s she?’
I ask Sid.
To loosen up the heaviness.
He looks at me, smiles, a childlike smile- says nothing. . .
I look straight. Ease the accelerator a bit.
It’s going to be a full moon night.
They say hyenas still roam by that lake.
Kanchan Chatterjee is a 46 year old male executive, working in the ministry of finance, government of India. He is from Jamshedpur, Jharkhand India. Although he does not have any literary background, he loves poetry and scribbles as and when he feels the urge. His poems have appeared in various online and print journals, namely, ‘Eclectic eel’, ‘Mad Swirl’, ‘Shot Glass Journal’, ‘Jellyfish Whisperer’ , ‘Bare Hands Poetry’ , ‘River Muse’, ‘Decanto’ ‘Ygradsil’ , ‘Off the Coast’, ‘Red Booth Review’ ‘Electric Windmill Press’ ‘Under the Basho’, ‘Oddity’, ‘Coldnoon’, ‘Randomly Accessed Poetics’, ‘Cease Cows’ ‘A hundred gourds’ , ‘Camroc press’ etc.
He was one of the nominees of the Pushcart Awards, 2012.