Miles Miles Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Do you want me to go through the details of the news?
Does it really matter any more?
A sudden breathlessness;
unconsciousness would have been better -
but life is not so kind,
eyes are not so blind,
I see what I do not want to see.
You said: life is a book.
Why don't you allow me to turn over the pages quickly?
Death of a girl yet to reach her teen;
death of a man whose body remained unclaimed;
fight on the street and......
Do you want me to describe?
I close my eyes,
I see her smiles,
charred house, tiles,
and you ask me
to walk miles, miles!