Physiognomy of Phthisis
Don’t you scold,
She is not bold,
The weakest sentiment,
She cannot contain!
A fresh rosy colour--
Of emaciated cheeks,
Contrasting rings somber,
Besieging the sunken eyes,
Her limbs slender,
Akin to a moon beam tender,
Complexion pallid,
Gaze languid,
The stature stunted,
The chest movements restricted,
Imperceptible fever,
With occasional shiver,
The ‘delicate’ personality,
Described by the laity!
Well! She is certainly frail,
Alas! Medically, a plaintive tale!
Copyright © Dr.Hemant Vinze | Year Posted 2005
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