The hospital

The hospital is a warm space, a pearl-white place
Of  healed  wounds, buzzing flies and white legs.
The wounds come here for a warm breeze to blow
From loving mouths, from hanging  tails in necks
From quick beating chests of knowledge and love.

The hospital has turned a warm and  a fiery place
Its white light now licked by purple tongues of fire,
Its efficient silence shattered by loud dying sounds.

(Two days ago, in Kolkata, a massive fire started by an electrical short circuit killed eighty five patients of the Amri hospital)


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