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By Lalit Narayan

Miscarriage
A curtain of rain separates
My verandah from the hospital.
On any other day a hundred
Silent patients would pass through
The OP clinic. Each of them
Allowing us doctors to listen
Feel, touch and question them.
The warmth of their fever would
Make us uncomfortably hot.
Today the air is chilled downpour wet.
Water roars in the stony river.
Five nurses, Gi and [...]