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Why Can’t I, By: Sreelekha Chatterjee

March 21, 2024 by Sreelekha Chatterjee

Why Can't I, By: Sreelekha Chatterjee

Why can’t I watch the sunrise or sunset in peace?
Why can’t my heart twirl in autumn’s dusty breeze?
A broken switch or a leaky tap, my worries never cease.
Why can’t I watch the sunrise or sunset in peace?
My fridge is old and so are my troubles, both demanding release.
A faulty washing machine or a noisy microwave plate—uncertainties seize.
Why can’t I watch the sunrise or sunset in peace?
Why can’t my heart twirl in autumn’s dusty breeze?

Why can’t I agonize about our bodies turning into plastic?
Why can’t I ponder over the terrestrial and aquatic lives in discomfort?
Deadly waste in landfills and the ocean, we still await the drastic.
Why can’t I agonize about our bodies turning into plastic?
Birds eating toxic debris, sea turtles hunting floating bags—all landing perigastric.
Use of over one million plastic bags per minute—the numbers we cannot avert.
Why can’t I agonize about our bodies turning into plastic?
Why can’t I ponder over the terrestrial and aquatic lives in discomfort?

Why can’t I breathe in the air without concern?
Why does the particulate matter tingle in my nosy interior?
Muffled coughs escape, and violent, suffocating roars churn.
Why can’t I breathe in the air without concern?
Alveoli—stained, clogged—announce a rebellious adjourn.
Plastics in oceans, greenhouse gas emissions, toxic air—climate crisis riskier.
Why can’t I breathe in the air without concern?
Why does the particulate matter tingle in my nosy interior?

Why can’t I spend my days disentangling jumbled-up metaphors?
Why can’t our world be only music and poetry?
My neighbors never stop tormenting me over their selfish factors.
Why can’t I spend my days disentangling jumbled-up metaphors?
All I do is attend association meetings, where personal issues present like scars.
The mingling of seasons, bear drowning in water—all appear as supererogatory.
Why can’t I spend my days disentangling jumbled-up metaphors?
Why can’t our world be only music and poetry?

Why can’t all the meetings in the world be called off?
Why can’t all the boundaries be dissolved?
Discussions never fixed issues, giving reasons to scoff.
Why can’t all the meetings in the world be called off?
Or else, the world would never have faced battles so tough.
It’s time to act now or else, our woes will be left forever unresolved.
Why can’t all the meetings in the world be called off?
Why can’t all the boundaries be dissolved?

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