A soulful of you, lost in crowded stacks
In medias University’s mildewed racks
Instructing moths and silverfish
In partial fulfillment of grandma’s last wish_
And mama’s; spurring your déjà vu
But they sent for a Doctor, not you.
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I would like to translate this poem
Mandira, funny how people with doctorates like to be referred to as Doctor... except in cases of medical emergencies. Good write! ! Brian