Blood Test, Poem by Subrata Ray

Pathology and radiology both the doctor did,
An expert, numerous tests, patients were well fed.
Hemoglobin, thyroid, sugar, Cole storage, and so on,
Came out from his lab with micro observations.

No one ever raised a question,
Test tallied and patient sustained.

Once a poet-vagabond visited him,
Can you culture Blood’s theme?
Yes, why not, with precision,
Answer came out in easy motion.

Then would you take my blood to test my Zoology’s problem,
For blood determines behavioral attitude, Genetics claims.
Lewdness, sainthood, cunning, honesty, foolish ness and wisdom,
And many of such traits, bud and bloom from bloods microcosm.

Yes all that I know, said the doctor, so what I have to do,
To test and tell, all blood cells, and give me each one’s clue.
First you have to say the difference between yellow and blue.
The second is the degree of animal-man and seeming human,
Brutality cruelty barbarity, mercy, peace, and love that man can.

The jump of impulse,
The moment of wearing mask,
Are the other important tasks,
That from your I want to know,
Please, test, report and show.

You seem to be a mad the doctor said,
Oh! Science, don’t be worried you will be paid.
Science yet can’t test and say all those impossible,
Then your blood test is simply a romantic tale.
Yes yes your science crawls in its childish morn.