Somewhere in Bengal,
In the east of India,
Was born a girl child,
With four hands and legs,
Not knowing yo stand
On which legs,
Nor knowing to use
Which fingers to pick up,
She would have been
Thought divine or monstrous,
Was opeated upon by doctors
Of the south, to remove
The extra legs and hands,
To attain a normal girl
When she was four year old,
Thus was a feit accomplished
A success in five thousand cases.
A marvel in modern science.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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