Last Laugh

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Doctor was on visit to mental asylum ward Mentally retarded patients were enjoying with words Some one was singing and some were crying Each one had his own drum for beating Doctor could notice one patient with happiness There was complete shine on his face “Why is it so unusual” he asked nurse “Sir, he is claiming to be poet” and behaving also of course Doctor was amused at the incidence But he was afraid of patient’s presence He was happy alright but stared dangerously “Just keep watch” he should not be isolated completely Doctor checked complete history There was no problem for recovery He was not to be treated for madness It was simple case of aloofness “Such patients should be kept in isolation ward” They can breathe freely there without work Give them impression of being real masters They will enjoy at the feeling of being youngsters “But sir, any medicines are you suggesting”? Nurse asked “No, no medicine needed but only resting” doctor stated He is suffering from unique disease called “only me” So let him stay here as much as he wanted and feel free We wondered at the treatment given All the ills of patient was forgotten Doctor was master of his profession We had last laugh on matter with confession

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