'Had It Not Been Invented' Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Here you will lie down,
your head will enter the tunnel,
a picture of the inside, your brain will be taken by the machine.
It is smart and simple,
even the minutest detail of your brain will be exposed,
then there will be scrutiny after scrutiny,
a medical board will examine each line, each impression,
they will then decide the course of treatment.

Yes, they may go for surgery,
your brain will be taken out,
placed on a sterilized flat plate,
flat, no imperfection will do,
the fine nerves - there it may be.

It may take about eight to ten hours. The period of unconsciousness: can't say.

Nothing is predictable, you know, doctors will do their job, they will - but life builds its own story, none knows what.

Yes. He understood.
He felt.
After a deep breath, he said:
had it not been invented......