Can you imagine a world without poetry? At Mapmygenome, we see poetry everywhere – in that micro quantity of freshly extracted DNA, in the permutations and combinations of the genetic code, in the praise from a happy customer, in tea-breaks, and in hope and laughter. On World Poetry Day, some of our team members took up the Poetry Challenge and wrote beautiful words that touched the heart.
There was once a gene,
With oh! So many alleles
If you looked at one,
You hoped to run,
Unlike the other one,
Who seemed to have fun?
It was just another day,
I met them both on the way,
They came to a locus,
And fought till they went out of focus,
Where the dominant one won,
In the heterozygous race that had begun,
Yet the recessive one smiled,
Its phenotype was being filed,
For the future to come.
The future it came,
Where the wild one was tame,
And the mutant was the one,
That changed the game.
An Ode To My Patients
It’s a journey much untold
So many paths to behold
Where to start, how to navigate?
Or should we just leave all to fate?
Of fate and faith, and other mysteries
Is a tale that starts with medical and family history
It isn’t about atheism or defiance
It’s having hope in the time of science
It’s scary to walk untrodden roads
Discovery and it’s unknown abode
Our patient’s stories speak of those who care
To sing the truth because they dare
And when we sing our parts in choir
We hit those notes even higher
Cause there is but just one way to be-
DNA is you, DNA is me
Kehte hain log umeed par duniya khayam hai
Ye ek aas hai ya haqeeqat har shaks isse laailm hai
Isi umeed ko lekar guzar jaati hai zindagi
Ab haasil kisko kya hua, ye apni kismat ki baat hai..
THE GOOD FEARS
When I fear falling sick,
I will practise my push up, lunge and kick.
When I fear his fight,
I will think of every true hug, my heart so light.
When I fear starting all over,
I will see them smile, saying “You’re getting closer.”
When I fear losing her,
I will learn to keep her love with me, forever.
When I fear I won’t remember,
I will start teaching them, every chapter.
When I fear I will break,
Many slow breaths I will take.
When I fear I may lose faith,
I will repeat my prayer the 6th time, 7th or 8th.
When I fear losing my mind,
I will recall good times, with people so kind.
Tick tock, tick tock, she walks home at eight
Condescending eyes boring into her, “’tis far too late!
“For ravishing, disobedient women must be taught a lesson,
“Doesn’t matter what she wears, all hail x-ray vision”
Their shadows creep upon her and the leering gets stronger
She pulls her hand bag closer, she can’t wait any longer,
And breaks into a sprint, she dives into the gate
Of the guarded society she lives in. She made it, in a panic-striken state.
Hah! That ‘guard’ who silently watched the whole scene
Couldn’t meet her eyes, but sure noticed her jeans
She survived. So lucky! Perhaps it was just a false alarm?
You know how women get, always thinking men want to cause them harm.
“But we didn’t want to hurt her” said one of those leering men
A wink and a chuckle later, “she just needed to be taught a quick lesson”
At home she breathed a sigh of relief, but her mind was clouded with murk
“Is this how it’s going to be, every night walking home from work?”
I am me
Like fire, passion burns my soul.
Calmness rushes over me;
The resilient waves of the ocean,
Mindful, accepting as space,
I am infinite possibilities of the sky.
Nurturing and caring, I am grounded.
I am nothing more or nothing less;
I am just enough- I am me.
The wall clock struck 12:00. The whole city
Was lapsing in the lap of night queen
I was still awake digesting my subjects
I was pulled to the balcony when I heard
Some one laughing and cuddled by heavy wind
I found no one there and turned to my room
At that moment I saw a man,
With half of his face covered, and having a dark spot
He is young, handsome and charming
And he started chasing me with a curving smile
I ran to my room when there was no reply
After me yelling ‘who’s that’?
Even then he was peeping through window
I closed my eyes tightly & soon fell asleep
Early morning with too much zeal I went to balcony to see him.
He was far away from me, descending
I was scuffled thinking who might be the person
Who scared me last night. With the Sun strokes
hitting my face I realized he was none other
than the king of nights ‘The Moon’.
Markson shared an awesome poem written by Mrs. Markson. We loved it so much that we shared it here.
We change every moment of every day,
this is what we learn as adults.
That no matter what,
Only change is constant in our lives.
He Called Me
He called me Shraddha, promised forever.
How was I to know that he would fall for another?
In heartbreak I languish,
Passing on to my daughters, sorrow and anguish.
He called me Sita, his one true wife.
His one gift, a comfort-free life.
A willing sacrifice to the altar of royal duty,
A victim of patriarchal immaturity.
He called me Krisna, the perfect conquest of the best archer.
Watched me become a pawn in a wager.
The man I loved shared me with his brothers,
Seeking solace in the arms of others.
He called me Mother, to discard me in my winter.
He called me Daughter, to stifle my laughter.
He called me Sister, to burn me in the name of honour.
He called me Wife, to nurture not love but terror.
He continues to call me by a powerful name,
Even as he glories in my shame.
What about you?
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
I suck at poetry,
What about you?