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PITY

In the Infinite Circle of Light :
At Broadipet Centre Yesterday:-
The urchin trying to sell his four Champak flowers
The lass in dirty rags running away wi:th somebody's
cowdung cakes.
On Howrah bridge of silver painted steel:-
The old man squinting his eyes for customers with a
handful of buttons.
In front o'f a posh Dooty hotel:-
The stiff baby corpse blue in icy Winds.
As in Ajanta murals :-
The spindly-legged brats with multi-coloured lice lines
in their belly caves.

Their dreams dripping dust
Their hanging ropes woven of their nerves
Shocked out of sleep I saw with pain,
Saw I suddenly
Moans and mortal cries
Abortions and abominations.

My path strewn with entrails, broken Mangalasutras
My mind filled with spit:lle from lepers and consumptives

Guts, nerves, stinking raw flesh - all
Whirling and madly churning me in a vortex of the
Ganga und~r Bowrah bridge -
An Infina:te Circle of Light.