Art: Puberty by Edvard Munch, 1894

that was treatment

those hands crawling on your body

the poison injected

as you are stripped

dragged along the corridor,

the faint smell of formaldehyde

and phenyl

that was treatment

the laughing of nurses

the condescension of doctors

the asking of the same questions


until you utter the words they want to hear

that was treatment

that was treatment

that was treatment

in a hospital with walled windows

in a hospital with more guards

than doctors

that was treatment

the waking up

to odours of stale food

the laughter of guards

the ringing of their cellphones

in your cell

that was treatment

befriending of rajan, tour guide from ajmer

who spoke of love, loss and longing,

drooling, his feet in shackles,

his eyes telling me a hundred stories

that was treatment

taking a mother from her sons,

that was treatment

and when they…

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