a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Doctor’s scribbles

A doctor has to live his private life
Like the crooked sigmoid volvulus
That is found in our birth stomach
Lightly on edge , morally speaking.
Hence the difficulty of prescription.

His prescriptions can be read only
By apothecaries at street corners,
They masters of doctor’s scribbles
With large sized imagination about
Where letters slip away or lead to.

Law makes them capital intensive
The letters all in capital large size
Capital, they say in a woodhouse.
Law makes less labour intensive,
What a blow on a chemist’s pride,
Now as twisted as large intestines.


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