On The Dentist's Chair

I sat on the dentist’s chair With an aching tooth, feeling hell The dentist seemed quite pleased As he opened my mouth and surveyed ‘There are holes to be filled And the plaque to be removed It needs a few sittings At the end, you’ll have a set of fine teeth’! His gentle assurance was so comforting And I thought my jaws no more have to suffer The pangs and torments of an aching tooth! He then, in a narrow syringe Injected something into my gum I knew a numbness creeping in Until at last I felt a hard rock within Now, like an expert work man He began his rigorous craft Loud machines began to boom The chair got flattened From 'verticality' I got changed into 'horizontality' And the overhead apparatus came down Like an eagle swooping down on its prey. With blaring lights blinding my vision, I lay torpid as if my body was strapped The doctor took out his steel and hammer And started tapping and chipping Drilling and boring Though numb, I could still feel the pull and tug The crooked forceps and pliers Made all the nerves in my head irk My mouth was filled with saliva And I felt a sprout of blood inside He stuffed some gauze and resumed his work I wanted to yell, ask him to stop But being gagged, I couldn’t utter a word My pupils dilated My lips quivered My tongue got parched I gasped for breath With a mix of cement and sand (?) He began filling and plastering Scrubbing and polishing Helplessly lying on the dentist’s chair, I wondered What whips and stings one has to endure To end the pain and give the teeth a shine!