Friday, July 9, 2021

 THROUGH THE PUPIL



English,the more, one dwells within, 
the more one gathers in  a swell,                                                                                          You can drive in parkways 
yet park in driveways as well.                                                                                               One such word puzzled me, forced me to browse it very well,                                                 Pupil, the word oft  familiar to the oculist, helping  me to dwell.
                                                                                                                                                      Heard  every morn, the headcounts loudly spell this as a whole                                              Besides the student, it conveys the novice or the follower’s role,                                          All living things under the sky enjoy their sight  on the whole,                                                Iris of the eye also permits the light through this central hole,
                                                                                                 
This hiatus in iris, the most looked by clinicians on the whole,                                                The size, the shape or its color or its occlusion spells its role,                                                  Ability or inability to conduct light spreads bloom or gloom,             
Usually one in each eye, rarely two, a conduit for light or sight,  
                                                                             
Physician’s  diagnostic aid, when the patient is in bad plight.                                                  Drugs, poisons, head injury or eye disease all show up in daylight,                                      In a coma state, the surgeons and physicians’ lead kindly to light.                                      Living with bloom or lying in state, the pupil decides the state.

Responds to  light in life ,to go dilated and fixed, decides the fate .                              Oculist’s bread and butter, lunch or supper, the pupil is the decider,                                Optic nerve in health or disease, also the evidence of a brain teaser                                  Fluid pressure of brain and eye, pupils show, to lead the bandwagon.

Non reacting  partner oft reveals  the flamed  sight in inflammation.                          Medical Jargon adds  surnames to pinpoint the disease in question,                      ,            Assess the state of brain or eyes aiding the treatment in precision,                             Marcus Gunn pupil, Adie’s and Horner’s and the pin point pupil                                         Like a novice medico  in darkness, it’s ever a  rigmarole pupil  

 

 

       BLEED  BY WILL, BREED THE FEEL IN SWELL

THEME ‘’Give blood and keep the world beating”.


An urgent call from the maternal ward fifty years back                                                                                            A medico on emergency duty, aiming a sprint as quick                                                                                            An young lady, just delivered a baby, was in shock                                                                                                  Uterus failed to shrink, profuse in bleed, in a deadlock.

Needed fresh blood, alternate medicine  gave no  hope,                                                                                          Were all willing to donate, Alas! she fell in a rare group,                                                                                          Facts regarding the blood, its groups was in the gossip ,                                                                                        Groups, four plus the positive and negative fell in a heap. 
    

The poor lady was AB negative, the rarest one even now,                                                                                       Frenetic search saved her life, gave me  a lesson and how?,                                                                            Blood can be donated at will, stored and used as and now,                                                                            Saves a life as the supply is short and in an  urgent show.

My message is, donate twice yearly, and to those in need,                                                                                          Serves two purposes, saves a life or for a humanity  bleed,                                                                                        Nature sometimes play hide and seek in times of need ,                                                                                            Corona virus  one such, took the world by a storm indeed.

Need of the hour, monoclonal antibodies to save the sick,                                                                                          Convalescent  patients have them in stock after an attack,                                                                                     Lasting for a few months, helps and serves a noble break.                                                                                       Synthetic ones cost much, only reachable for the freak

A humble request to those who never had donated,                                                                                                    We get back the donated blood in few months  time,                                                                                                   A dying person will remember your service forever,                                                                                                  Give blood and keep the world beating forever

 FUSED BULBS AND DEFUSED DESIRES 





Darkness everywhere, caught unawares, heavy rains made me sweat instead

Suddenly, the thought, just a momentary darkness provoked me to  ponder,

Three centuries before, our ancestors had not seen the nights so illuminated, 

 As we see today, Edison’s invention had brought meanings to our life so far. 

The carbon filament under extreme heat, overcame its resistance to glow long

This invention changed the entire values of a night, adding the life an ambition,

 Vacuum inside the glass made its life easier giving a long lease but less strong, 

Tungsten replaced the carbon, argon gas filled the space for a quick ignition.

   

 Incandescent bulbs lost its way in the modern era, durability decided its destiny,

 Mercury, phosphorus stole the show, credibility overpowered the poorer cousin, 

 Filaments, like human life die after sometime, we call them fused not as dead, 

 Some get fused soon, others last long, a la human life, teach us a lesson or two. 


Our sojourn here somewhat similar, we all are born with a purpose so unaware,

What we become in our life varies, we should never think one is superior or inferior

Here was an officer just retired from an influential post loitering lonely in the park,

 Restless, having no company, unaware of the surround and in a pensive mood. 

 

There were few old men moving at will chatting and rejoicing in the evening sun.

 Suddenly an old man came in to accompany this officer and were soon in chat,

 The old man queried about the whereabouts of the officer and the posts he held,

 Officer eloquently loathed about the posts he held and the status he enjoyed.

  

 Old man quietly heard all his story fully, then stated the high position he held once

 What more, he singled out each one of the oldies in the park, narrating their status,

 Their retirements, named the high offices they held, to the dismay of the officer,

 Bringing down the officer’s pride to touch the earth, downsizing his bloated ego.


Gave the officer the much needed advice ,to level him and also for the world alike,

Our life should have a meaning, our jobs are for our livelihood, so too others jobs,

Till then we’re like a glowing bulb, depending upon thy watts to enlighten the show, 

Once retired, we are like fused bulbs, all burnt out, however powerful the bulb was.

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