GRAB THE CRAB BY ITS NECK

 

On July first, the wait was over, the shriek
In labour room signalling a new birth,
Mirth and joy overflowed, zodiac sign  
Of cancer foretelling this boys’ fortunes,

The boy brought wealth and luck too,
Alas fell ill on his very second year of birth,
Was scanned, and screened, the dreaded
Crab silently spreading its vicious pangs.

Scenario changed thereafter, the usually
Naughty became silent, in inept attitude,
Parents now wearing a gloomy face, and
A sigh, hopeless and hapless and sad.

A tumour in the belly started to show,
Slowly following a febrile painful episode
Soon swellings showed elsewhere
Making him crippled, emanciated and bad.

The betz cells of the oncologists did work.
Overtime work to quell this tumour
Modes searched, discussed, chemo,
Radiation or surgery all thought in vain,

Immunotherapy with monoclonal
Antibody, a bold and novel mode in favour,
Finally, they could see light at the
End of the tunnel, bringing cheers to gain.