MBBS : Year One

“This piece of wordplay is strictly for people of medical profession because only they can relate to and understand it.”

I still remember the day,

When the burning sun felt cool,

I would soon be a doctor,

I was happy, I was a fool,

My first step in college,

Was greeted by a swear,

Hairs chopped to minimal,

Living in constant fear,

As I took up the book,

BDC was its name,

I knew MBBS is hell,

And life was never the same,

I spent hours thinking,

What the Guyton tried to say,

And whatever I grasped,

Was soon washed away,

I had a look at harper,

I didn’t knew what to do,

I tried to grab it all,

And all away it flew,

Days turned in nights,

Nights rolled into days,

Came knocking on my door,

The frightening month of May,

I had a pile of books,

Sitting in front of me,

But all I could remember,

Was a word called ‘supply’,

I went in for viva,

Not a bone I could explain,

My months of toiling hard,

I felt were all in vain,

I do not how I did,

Clear the year I had,

It should have been terrible,

But it didn’t end so bad,

I began a new year,

Feeling a doc I am,

But 9 to 12 of torture,

Showed I never can,

I had a look at pharma,

The book was called KDT,

Drugs, drugs, drugs and drugs,

My brain just cried empty,

As I picked up the weight,

Robbins was its name,

I got that sinking feeling,

This year is the same.