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AN HOUR AT A HOSPITAL

i stand before a lovely lawn of a beautiful home for an hour and embrace its early morning warmth. patients old young rich poor make waves like the Jalangi of my village. sky is heavy with great expectations– a child is born, an elderly touches the sky of heaven–some berate breasts, some steely pass carrying dying limbs, others adjust looks in rear glasses. Paid polished men and elegant ladies wear coded uniform and like domesticated dogs they bark and stir tails as codes dictate. guards abuse the poor and spread red carpet for the moneyed. the counters full of coins,

WHEN CHILDREN CRY

  When children cry I cry.   When a girl is raped I laugh as a madman ,   when a clash is fought among  imagined enemies I howl in pain.   When a house is torched, I become its ashes.   When a child cries At dead of night , I shudder.   When I see the beggars Lay coiled with dogs I count my days.   When I see enlightened souls Bargaining hard at potato shops And smartly use cards to pay exact And earn reward points more I praise the market.   When I see the elders

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