I stood at the gates of your avenue
With a suitcase full of dreams
Of a new beginning, a new partnership
With a new lease of life just for you.
But something seemed off.
Despite the welcome cyclosporins
You hadn’t yet let down your guards
As i stood shivering at your boulevard
‘I m here for you’ I meekly whispered
My earnestness started feeling absurd
I smiled at you, my new home
But I sure wasn’t liked by your CD4
Your CD8 roared and glared
My MHC then knew it wont be spared
I hoped with time you’d get kind
But you kept hurling more cytokines
I shivered, wimpered, almost fibrosed
We’re in this together I imposed
You don’t see me creating a GVHD scene
Then why the paranoia and a mistrust so keen?
Its been weeks now…or months perhaps?
You’ve made up your mind haven’t you
Dont want me at your avenue.
But dont you dare forget even for once in your afterlife
That you wasted a noble donor’s sacrifice
I’m not mad, maybe you did try
But the chemokines love to fry
I sclerosed craving deeply to be accepted
Guess I’m just another Graft rejected.