As if a movie script, unfolding shot-by-shot are scenarios – different ways in which
disaster comes unannounced. What if this, then what? What if that then when?
What if it is not when but how?
in the hands
of a laughing child –
to being a spectator
– gadget screens
Note: This poem was posted as a part of daily practice (riyaaz) on dailyriyaaz.blogspot.com, a blog which Anannya creates every year for the month of April to celebrate a month of poetry.