HUNDRED NOT OUT..
I AM STILL BATTING
~ Autobiography of
Insulin [P.S: Islets= has beta cells
that secrete hormone]
Lend me thy ears and eyes, Oh! my fetal
life for you all on show
One in eleven in the world, Diabetes, a
fact too good to be true,
From days immemorial, this giant
killer has no parallels till now,
Research points the pancreas, the
prime factor of the real woe.
Islets go dry, auto immune or inherited,
failing in its prime duty
Children suffered a lot, no means to control rising
blood glucose,
Death in first two decades of lives, oft
uninvited, turns up for duty
Ligated pancreatic duct in dogs, dead gland’s
sap was of no use.
Banting, this doctor just out of medical school, did see the plight,
Dissuaded by his
mentor, allowed his assistant to join the fight,
Thought
differently, he let islets cells too in ligation in foresight
Banting and Best
scripted my gene, I geared up for a regal exit.
Many a dog in sacrifice, a new sap ready
for test on a boy of teen
He was dying, the juice did world of good,
got better all the same,
Adverse scenes from the impure sap, thoughts
all set in revision,
Refined process saw my birth from
islets, hence I got my name.
I could at last give rebirths to many young
diabetics with impunity,
Their life extended by many a decade, I felt
pride in my discovery
My arrival changed the scenario, the world
rejoicing relentlessly,
Diabetics had a renaissance with my birth,
needing me endlessly.
In diabetic emergencies,
the clinicians seek my presence eagerly,
Sighing with relief
in diabetic coma, and ever in a surgical remedy,
I had grown up in
your midst, still young to serve you with dignity,
Scored a century
of years, a coveted feat in medical discovery.
I am undefeated, indefatigable, going strong with all my cousins,
Serving the diabetics with pride, enhancing
their lifespan encore,
On my centenary year, I am still a humble
hormone in your islets,
Will come out from factory, if thy inputs are
poor, thy needs more.
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