The Anatomy Hall Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

With my dear friend of the kid -days,
Now she is a doctor and surgeon,
I once paid a casual visit in grace
To the huge Anatomy hall, akin to dungeon,
Awfully smelling of imprisoned death
And choking the pink smiling breath.






Grinning skeletons at once on the left
Hanging on their skull or what was head
And all bones joined and reset along the cleft
No ill-will, despite being in a glass -case laid;
Yet across, was a large enclosure encircling a platform
For all amputated ones, never a warm dorm.







Slackening, hesitant and curious steps to near
The scatters and spread -overs with a pointer each,
Names and labels pinned in a skew;
Be an insider with no inhibition to reach
And know the complex machine of life....
Which self-recouping, puts up an endless strife.





Out of system and order, gruesome is all Creation:
Rivers, mountains, trees or a flower in animation.