Rewound my yesteryears when I read this word mirror, in fact ,
May be five then, when I saw my own face in front of a piece,
Myths prevailed those days, kids oft pulled away from this act,
Custom continues in some parts of our country, please excuse.
Umpteen times we all stood, before that wonder piece of silica,
Dressing, rehearsing, beautifying the dress or the facial touch,
Handled many a time as an oculist, screening eyes with myopia,
Never ever heard such a giant killer of fetuses, rare, I vouch.
This pregnant lady in her twenties, primi as we call for that stage,
Bloated, swollen feet and an unusual tummy of second trimester,
No ails until this phase, the worries of miscarriage looming large,
Scanned, scoped and tapped the amnion, to avoid the disaster.
Many brains shook to ponder the cause, the uterus was high up,
Amniotic fluid aplenty , swollen placenta and the fetus in distress,
Maternal edema down, coins the mirror image fetal edema up,
Placental edema making the triple edema adding to the stress.
Ballantyne’s syndrome was henceforth given the new sobriquet,
Cause unknown, fetal teratoma, Rh factors, or a fetal anomaly,
May have a say, yet the medical fraternity needs a bouquet,
The real mirror of a clinician is curing every case in jeopardy.
Here a doctor outscores other technical men in any field of life,
This case, none predicted this much, save, a routine parturition,
Yet the glory uncertainty of child birth, and obstetrical strife,
We, yours truly included bow ourselves before, for their elation
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