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Medical treatment

A vain luxury for some

Length of death pain extends

Till money is drained enough

From longer pockets

Stars fall down

From their unfathomable heights

Doves brutally stoned

In the tin-coated iron boxes

That move intermittently

Before our blind eyes

Lie paralyzed bodies

Of infants, to be received

Unnoticed by anyone

From a remote, dark corner

Of the premises.

True, it smells a rat…

Blood gushes out

From the deep wounds of pain

Sore heart burns black

Like a burning wick

About to go out

For want of oil.


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Vinodkumar Edachery tells us he was born at Edachery in Calicut district, Kerala state, India and is presently working as English Lecturer in a reputed college in Kerala.