THE CORPUS DREAMS OF A CORPSE

 

 

 My very first day at medical school , started on a horrifying note

 My huge ambitions though, for a split second,  took the rear seat,

 Never in my seventeen years, had   such a bad  nightmare quote,

 Thirty naked formalin drenched cadavers, all  in a pathetic plight

 These men and women, truly born somewhere   with a purpose,

 Might have their youth full of promises and wild expectation,

 Destiny turned a topsy   turvy upon each one of their life course,

 None to care their needs in old age, death, oft the best invitation.

 Years too rolled, these thoughts withered amongst the newer role

 Ailing men and women and their happiness all filled my dreams

 Bringing back the waning cheer, oft a never ending rigmarole,

 Sixth decade in my almanac   rejuvenated my withered screams,

 This news helped them to rekindle my cadaveric sympathy again,

 Here was a widower, leading a lonely life amongst riches all years,

 Lost his spouse early, the malignant fangs crippled her in all pain,

 He too had dreams, like the dreams of any parent all these years.

 Had a son, was bright in his teens, grey mater rich in knowledge,

 A scientist in offing, ending with a super medical degree for sure,

 Married and settled abroad for many years, forgetting the pledge,

  The old man day dreaming the sight of his son, his lips in murmur ,

 Chats oft ending on a futile note, son never heeded, paid no care,

 Old man dreaming, the son will do his final rites, to say the least,

 That day came, the call was sent, yet the son never heard the fare,

 Instead, he magnanimously donated the cadaver to medical  treat.

 Medical school cheered, the old man’s  dream all ended in tatters,

 The future of many of us may have such tales, humanity do suffer,

 Many cadavers might have had many unfilled dreams that matters,

 Untold, unheard, their solemn whispers, we can’t hear for ever