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,
You do 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 of 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.'