A Day Always Remembered as a Pharmacist.
It’s a poem written with the flow of thoughts in mind. I am not associated with it, and I don’t know whether any body reading has been associated with it or not.
Bulky books: I had no fear of,
Dirty politics:I had no fear of,
Don’t know why I am always reminiscing that day,
An old women indeed, I must say,
Yep,she was my old costumer though,
But that day was special for me you know,
The glamorous lights fading through my eyes,
Yes,you are correct it was my birthday tonight.
I was in a rush to close my pharmacy store
But I couldn’t return that grandma though,
I gave her her depression medication.
And drived home really fast for the special party,
Yes, I was really excited and vigorously hearty.
Party all night,
And sips of branded whiskey and beers,
My phone rang but who cares.
I feel asleep on the sofa,
And it was seven when I woke,
Wait what?There were 39 missed calls and another phone rang and I spoke,
Sudden uttering of bad words , I couldn’t withhold,
I calmed the person,she was really very bold.
Found out that I gave the patient yesterday phenelzine instead of fluoxetine,
And the poor grandma was experiencing a sudden cardiac arrthymia and stroke ,
Yes, it’s not a joke,
She was in coma,
Due to formation of a brain atheroma.
The promises of pharmacy all wasted.
Sobbed all day,and a phone suddenly rang,
“Grandma is ok.”
How could I hold and hang?
Quickly changed my clothes and bought a special booke of flower,
To wish grandma a happy life shower.
Folded my hands,
And prayed infront of grandma and God indeed,
And I now knew the dangerous consequences a worthless medical practitioner could lead.
The author of this poem is Lekhnath Lamichhane, who is studying B Pharmacy at IOM. If you also want to share your creations and knowledge, mail us and we will publish with priority. Our mail address is firstname.lastname@example.org