Congenital 

A ventricle missing, A valve atretic But still animate and it kept on beating A damaged heart he has, We declared So a shunt here and a conduit there To say 'We fixed him!' Is all we cared  But it's ECG lives to retell his early days The loft beats of Himalayan P waves!

Imaginary friend 

What if God is humanity's childhood imaginary friend And rituals the playtime games they play? When playtime's over he heads to sleep  But fearful of monsters under the bed So he summons again his imaginary friend Sleeps believing the monsters have fled.  But it's been long, the friend hasn't gone  The monsters under the bed... Continue Reading →

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