Heal Thyself O Patient: Part Viii Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Not wise to his odd wisdom-wafting air,
I felt guilty for me, and penitent,
A passing dream had turned into nightmare,
I pressed him to explain— doc to patient,
‘A graveyard, say, infection on the run,
‘A cyst forming up much like a safe fort,
‘It's Nature's marvellous li'le precaution—
‘A compromise, settlement out-of-court'!

The pain, impervious, persisting again,
The cyst was surgically snapped from root,
Biopsy tests still coming with no clue,

Cyst gone, gone had the never-say-die pain,
Gone was its cause, leaving its marks so mute—
A safeguard root treatment— tabs, and pricks too!
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This is a sequence of nine sonnets on one theme. See the note at end of the last poem.
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Sonnets | 10.11.12 |
Topic: body, nature, healing, doctor, patient