Amrita Chatterjee did her schooling and undergraduate studies at Loreto Convent, Lucknow, and her Masters in English Literature at Allahabad University. She was a lecturer in English to Eleventh and Twelfth graders for 39 years at St. Joseph's College, Allahabad. Poetry has been the mode of expression whenever she is strongly moved. Her favourite poets are Eliot, Rilke, Baudelaire and Tagore.
Here’s a soulful protest poem against violence, gun culture, and, by extension, senseless wars, by Amrita, in Different Truths.
The face of Vengeance, Ubiquitous as dust On a hot summer day, Strutted blatantly down The corridors of life Never looking you straight in the eye; Never pausing to reconsider,
Its retaliation. You, the unsuspecting Target of its design Walked fearlessly, Believing justice did not let you down. And when of a sudden You lay pinned to the ground, It was all too late.
Why does bile Churn in the gut And spew chaos On a million innocents? Why does the power To wreak havoc Thrill the blood? Why does normalcy Appear pathological? And annihilation the only option?
Vengeance was born On a dark desperate night Deep in the bowels Of a godless people Who had bartered their soul For a soulless euphoric high! Where the brain had been Carved out and crushed to thoughtless rubble- Where eyes, vacant pale Gave nothing out- Where detached limbs Moved on other volitions- Where a single hideous purpose Coiled its tentacles in Gut-wrenching knots Impossible to escape- Till their quarry Became their grave.