(37) Anonymity
There the mortuary seems to mourn
heaps of piled bodies,
many a body unclaimed and unidentified,
or accident victims abrogate automobiles,
abortioned embryos awfully
curse the wombs that bore,
here, the merciless teacher spells the
spells of strict supervision,
wields her cane on the innocent,
you call it a punishment by pealing of the skin,
a forced knock on the ears or breaking off the skull,
the application of scales, just a mathematical formula,
meticulous on fingers and fists,
adherence to false commitment, or appended discipline,
or emotion, without any promotion;
murder within the precincts of police station,
rape and arson beyond man’s mental ambit,
signal points and check posts unsignalled,
telephone boxes haunted by calls unanimous,
as would a dilapidated house
by ghosts, and eerie sounds,
urchins and orphans
occupy the mainstream of life,
life of oppression and despair,
why this anonymity?
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