Sixty Minutes

Sixty Minutes

A Poem by Siddhartha Chatterjee
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Scribbling

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I want a big fat cheque,
For all four seasons and two more,
I want a prawn croquette,
Also some crabs, roasted slow.

Meanwhile, give me some ice,
As I roll the sixty-minutes dice -

And light up the day's (not so last) smoke.

© 2019 Siddhartha Chatterjee


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Another piece which is suggestive of state of mind. The protagonist wants more, thinks themselves worth it but deep down knows it is not going to happen so settles for a cigarette. A free verse piece filled with some sharp edges of information for the reader to consider.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Siddhartha Chatterjee

5 Years Ago

A bit of compromise, yes. Thank you.



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Beautiful poem with a great musicality. I particularly appreciated the closing verse: "And light up the day's (not so last) smoke." It was a nice touch to add that little ironic clarification between brackets. After all, perfection is in the detail, right? :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Siddhartha Chatterjee

5 Years Ago

Totally. Many thanks!
Another piece which is suggestive of state of mind. The protagonist wants more, thinks themselves worth it but deep down knows it is not going to happen so settles for a cigarette. A free verse piece filled with some sharp edges of information for the reader to consider.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Siddhartha Chatterjee

5 Years Ago

A bit of compromise, yes. Thank you.

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Siddhartha Chatterjee
Siddhartha Chatterjee

Toronto, Canada



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