Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
A Lab In USA
It was a simple story inside a lab.
Love birds worked together, tried to grab.
She did better but he was unlucky.
Boss compared, 'Blunt headed'. She laughed like a buzzing bee.
He cried from inside, expressed never.
She hardly looked down, was rising higher and higher.
She became dear but he a burden.
She flowed like river; he was locked inside drain.
Partners must have same level.
Though the proverb is old, his new experience was hell.
She tried to look back but he was looking at the top.
She got a paper. Boss called him, 'Flop'.
He wrote down his agony in form of a poem.
A Booker's Prize brought an end of this game.
So many lovers he got. His night was out at night club.
The knot tied in a religious ritual was torn in the hub.