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Handle me with little love and care

As I had missed it in my life affair

Was too poor for cremation or burial

That is why am lying in dissection hall

You dissect me, cut me, section me

But your learning anatomy should be precise

Worry not, you would not be taken to court

As I am happy to be with the bright lot

Couldn't dream of a fridge for cold water

Now my body parts are kept in refrigerator

Young students sit around me with friends

A few dissect, rest talk, about food, family and movies

How I enjoy the dissection periods

Don't you? Unless you are interrogated by a teacher

When my parts are buried post-dissection

Bones are taken out for the skeleton

Skeleton is the crown glory of the museum

Now I am being looked up by great enthusiasm

If not as skeletons as loose bones

I am in their bags and in their hostel rooms

At times, I am on their beds as well

Oh, what a promotion to heaven from hell

I won't leave you, even if you pass anatomy

Would follow you in forensic medicine and pathology

Would be with you even in clinical teaching

Medicine line is one where dead teach the living

One humble request I'd make

Be sympathetic to persons with disease

Don't panic, you'll have enough money

And I bet, you'd be singularly happy