left_side_brains

Medico , observer , thinker

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  • left_side_brains 9w

    The fisherman and the crab

    His reports sang in melancholic chorus
    He read my silence
    A wave of bottomless fear swept
    Over the fisherman who woke up
    With a crab pincered on his lung

    He clutched the hospital bedspread
    With unfounded hope, like a boat adrift
    He asked me when he could go back to sea
    For if he didn't fish, his children didn't eat
    Their hunger outweighing his pain

    I would've loved to tell him he'll be alright
    That I could grab the crab by its claws
    Heal him, cure him, send him back
    Back to sea on his boat, watch his children grow
    But no, I bear the burden of knowing death.

    - Karthik Ajith
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  • left_side_brains 9w

    Pink and blue

    The professor peered keenly
    Through both microscope eyepieces
    A broad smile on his friendly face
    "It's a beautiful specimen" he declared

    He stood, supporting his paunch and looked
    At all the white coats huddled around
    Chose me to identify, the pink blob on the glass slide
    The source of his current merriment

    With certain fear of embarassment
    And self reproach for not studying
    I peeked through both scopes
    Then secretly closed one eye
    Saw an indistinct expanse of pink and blue

    I stared intently, promptly changing fields
    Ignorance shielded by false enthusiasm
    "Isn't it beautiful?" the prof prodded
    "It sure is, sir." I replied instantly
    Pretending to partake in his pink and blue ecstasy

    -Karthik Ajith
    ©left_side_brains

  • left_side_brains 10w

    Chemo on lockdown

    left_side_brains

    This poem is about a heartwarming incident that occured in JIPMER RCC during the corona lockdown. An old man ,unable to find other means of transportation, brought his wife for cancer treatment on his cycle from their village which is miles away from our college.

    Chemo in lockdown

    Her white hair has grown
    So has the cancer
    Three cycles of chemo missed
    The pain hurting him more than her

    Trains and buses in lockdown
    Not one man in the village with a car
    He couldn't let her go alone
    On a moped with a youngster

    He had to be there
    To hold her hand when it hurt
    To feed her, bathe her
    Tell her everything would be alright
    Remind her of their life well lived

    No false hopes on miracles
    Only pleas for painless death
    She had to get her treatment
    So, on a rusty old cycle
    He carried her 100 km and more

    The doctors, mouths agape behind N95s, flabbergasted
    Looked at the sweaty old man and his cycle
    Initial incredulity replaced by reverence
    He bore her weight on his rickety cycle for hours
    Like he did the weight of her tumour , for years
    With a shallow pocket, zero complaints and deep, unwavering love

    - Karthik Ajith
    ©left_side_brains

  • left_side_brains 86w

    two scopes stead of one

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    Another chick orphaned
    Another nest motherless
    Another branch unperched
    Another birdbath useless

    "We got to stop killing them Hal"
    2 scopes replaced one
    Birdwatching replaced hunting

  • left_side_brains 97w

    A toast to those emotions
    Who refuse to flutter
    On sparrow wings of words
    But choose to soar
    On eagle wings of memories

    To say or to write
    Is to let loose , float astray
    Wash ashore ears half hearted, ignorant
    Not knowing in sanctum mine mind
    Sacred these hues
    On canvas life's
    Shared with ones loved
    Never said , only felt

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    Hues thine mind

    ©left_side_brains