My Poor Student (Child), who looked from
And moved and spoke with “Torturing Doubts” –
Having disobeyed my stern warning to read,
I shouted at him, and, with harsh words,
Told him to read in demonstrator’s room
His batch complete, his friends having fled,
His Brains (totally wounded), now almost dead.
Then, fearing, lest his grief should hinder his study,
I visited his room,
But found him in dead sleep,
With darkened eyelids and wet lashes,
Admist MCQ books, cell-phone and a pile of books.
He had put within his reach
To Comfort his sad heart,
And I, with moaning heart,
Kissing away his tears, left others of my own!
Head Of The Department
Department Of Pharmacology
Shri Sathya Sai Medical College & RI