AN ODE OF SCIENCE
By- the-Varnika
I went to the doctor to find the cure of my disease,
All he said was that, the problem was with me.
While studying helminthes I found my stomach ache While killing a mosquito I had itching on my face.
I ran an extra mile north,
To keep myself fit,
The next day I found,
Malnutrion the biggest risk.
I ran another mile south, to find my heart race,
But I was just an amateur student,
So I thought it might just break.
I never ate berries,
Because I never wanted carries.
The doctor came again,
To treat me at home.
He said don't make excuses,
You have third year syndrome,
I asked him what it is,
He said he himself doesn't know.
So I searched it on google,
It said too much biology syndrome.
HOLA,
I wrote this poem for a competition and it was praised a lot,
so I thought why not just put it up too.
And I'm out.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Dreams
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