Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

[Guest guest]

This is about a doctor who practices Ob Gy

He subscribes to hearty laughs and not to cribs or a cry

When everybody is busy asking him- when, where, and why

Kishore Is not depressed, his spirits are sky high!

In the ICU, his son was reading him " get well soon " mails

But his mind was elsewhere- eyeing some beautiful females

He quickly adapted his new role- that of a patient-doctor

And refused to get alarmed by the waves on the monitor

Nothing could depress him, not even a depressed ST

Nor an abnormally high heart protein called Trop T

" This is so tasty, " he admired the home-made tea

Thank God, he complimented me, thought his wife-ENT

The ICU residents were counting, every hour, his pulse

And his wife was tightening the strings of her purse

But for Kishore, being in an ICU was not a god-inflicted curse

His chest was heaving- was it because of a Kerala nurse?

He endured few razor cuts- on either side, below the belt

This is worse, he thought, than the pain in my chest

And as he was wheeled in the cath lab in a haste

His loved ones and relatives wished him- " All the best "

Amidst strangers in a cold room, he laid bare

And had no idea- who, when and where

A cut, a push, a thrust, a balloon and a stent

And soon his heart malady became a past incident

Kishore, you showed that laughter is the best panacea

Which takes care of all queries- kyon, kab, kaise hua

Now that your arteries are open, thanks to a good angio-

May we all wish you- Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

SP