A Toothy Plight Poem by Raihana Abdul Jabbar

I'm a student,
An aspiring dentist...
But my back is now bent,
Crushing weight of 'to-do' list...

Department of Prosthodontics...
I slog sleepily in a corner..
Whirlpool of dentures, crowns and pontics...
God! Help me out of this burner..

'Boy! It's half past one! '
My tummy feebly cries..
I console, 'We can leave when we're done,
Have a little rice...'

But my occlusal rim,
Giggles heartlessly...
Hopes are again dim...
No approval so easily...

I think of nasty tricks,
Failure! Forsee danger ahead..
'Cause none can outsmart pricks,
They won't nod their head..

I silently realize, in resentment...
Lay before me,
Yet another day of torment...
Huh! Let it be! ! !