Heal Thyself O Patient: Part V Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

‘I need do some searching tests to be sure,
‘For, what I see seems serious ‘nough and ill',
I was like grin, grimace but aught endure,
And unsure as ever of the evil—
Of ailment and treatment of my elbow;
A vision of an endless dark tunnel
Flashed in mind that was dark as much as dull,
Something sinister more than pain churned in maw.

‘Take a course of killer tabs to start with,
‘Your elbow should be under careful eyes',
He said, eying my bone like a hound-smith.

But as if pregnant the swelling did rise,
A cyst filled with liquid— my kin and kith,
Guesses galore were made, gags of surmise.
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This is a sequence of nine sonnets on one theme. See the note at end of the last poem.
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Sonnets | 07.11.12 |
Topic: body, nature, healing, doctor, patient