The Chemistry Book – ( A humorous poem)

( This Poem about Chemistry book is written by Vibhor Tewari)

When for first time I took my chemistry book,
It helped me to learn the whole universe.
But I realized it was physics book which I read,
And chemistry was left unread and became the subject of my detest.
My dear chemistry book I tried to open you and read you a several times,
But you made me sleepy and never allowed me to read you anytime.
I closed my eye and tried to concentrate, but all I could do was only wait.
I took my chemistry book and I daily woe just before to my bed I go.
All elements come before my eyes, bewildering me in someone’s disguise.
Then they fuse, they fuse, and together make me confuse

With the properties and combining principle they use.
They thrive, they thrive, but still I survive,
To learn Ostwald’s dilution law, and how easy is it to derive.

Chemical equilibrium and chemical kinetics,
Learning them made me old and psychic.
Facebook, twitter, whatsapp were all kept aside
To bring that boring organic chemistry, into the light.
Name reactions as I practiced, [Williamson, gattermann, and sandmeyer
Or friedel-craft, wolff-kishner and aldol], these reaction they never ended.

I thought love to be the strongest of all bonds, but,
Chemistry says what would become of covalent bond.
I worked till late night, revising my syllabus and my course,
Learning about electronic configuration and its role.
How does the electrons arrange themselves, I learnt
And in distress, all my notes I burnt.

Finally while I was giving my exam,
There was not a single question, in which I was not jammed.
Before I came out of my hall, I realized that I don’t know any question at all.
I was sitting full in doubt when I was startled, by a typical snout.
Looking in the direction of that snout, I found a book lying above my classmate’s pouch
Then anxiously I just pout, thinking myself to be a fallen angel having a gout.

I came of the examination hall, full in stress, as it was a moment for me full of distress.
I don’t know even a single question, alas, and thought that how could I even pass.
I came home full in fury and wanted to tear the book in front of madam curie,
It can never be done as she died while discovering the radium which I always liked.

I saw my book laughing at me, and making jests out of me,
I rushed towards it, and fell down at my knees.
I cursed my book as hard as I can, and planned never to read that chemistry again.
I tore my book apart in pieces and sat down to write an English thesis,
I set up on a journey at ease and asked my chemistry book not to bother me please.
I bought some food and a five star room, and there I, met with my chemistry doom.
I closed my eye to save my life, but, chemistry book was now taking a ride.

How could I be so weak, I cried, and shouted these words with all my might.
Then I too decided of taking a ride, and, now see how beautifully with my chemistry book I ride.
And for the generation about to come, I decided to give them some fun.
I discovered various means, which could fulfill most of our dreams.

Now people know me who I am, just because of the chemistry book I hate
When I died with me I take, the chemistry book which I always abominate.
One can now see us lying side by side, in my coffin at late dark night,
Me and my chemistry book with all his might, improving the world with his lovely sight.