Sorrow Of The Dentist by Ayam Chhatkuli

Sorrow Of The Dentist by Ayam Chhatkuli

And now, something slightly different than what you would expect from Meddy Bear. We are here to prove that doctors also have an artistic side to them.

We present to you a poem written by one of our fans, Ayam Chhatkuli from Nepal.

Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

Sorrow of the dentist

Before I joined the med school

the focus of my sight was different

I used to see a whole human

All I see now is the teeth with calculus and stain.

 

When I see an old man walking

all I remember is a complete denture

I’m fed up with my prostho work

help me God I surrender

 

The man has a class I fracture

46 got a root stump

A life with no joy and rupture

Is equal to a dump

 

I come to encounter mainly 2 sorts of patients

Few are philosophical

And many are hysterical

 

People actually are very unhygienic

They bath with Quatar soap and have a Jean Patou’s spray

But use a single brush for 6 months

and walk with a grossly decayed tooth till the next may

 

Inside the heat of this mask

My beard failed to grow

Nose felt difficult to breath

Salivation decreased its flow

 

These days I dream of teeth

Good dreams angels appear as a canine

Bad dreams impacted lateral at age nine

She insists to describe her beauty

All I can see is her anterior cross-bite

with peg laterals

Falling in love for a dentist

is almost like winning the battles.

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