Lets Go back To Genes
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Hope of MealAnopheline mosquitoes Are circling you in the hope of a meal. She takes a bite, saliva from her mouthparts Drool parasites which you can't see or feel Your brain can get sick, You will have a coma After the rage and the headaches have passed You're veggie soup, home to protozoa, Mosquito lands, time to go home at last.. Fall on your knees, Pale, burning with fever Plasmodia Are in your blood, were in your spleen Malaria There's no real cure, just in your dreams... Who said so, as far as poem is concerned, its Ok.But different scientists across the globe are working for the cure of malaria, its prevention and cure and i m proud to be a part of the team contributing towards control of Malaria . under the able guidance of my guide and my senior Kumar Sir, i hope we will be able to prove this poem wrong.Once my brother remarked " We will find a way or make one" but these words act as constant source of inspiration for me .
