Today in the dissection hall ,
A dead was lying on the table,
We are said to dissect the scalp,
And all of a sudden we started to fumble.

Though some boys hesitate to cut,
We people were filled with joy,
Took the scalpel,like a master,
We just teared it,like a toy.

Some students got filled with fear,
Other got some ransom tear.
They couldn't imbibe the smell of cadver.
Bt what to do,they have to bear.

- डिब्याकांत पाल