ode to a molar

a tooth:a molar,
once shining as a pearl,
milky white,
flashed like a lightning
in a dark night,
uprooting a milk tooth
it was born,
surveying over the dentine region,
like a monarch,
sharp,
vibrant,
full of youth,
crushing ,
chewing,
enjoying,
partying,

then one day,
a germ attacked,
it took no notice,
proud,
undermined the other's worth,
the germ gradually proceeded,
the decay started,
slowly poisoning the root,
it was being eaten,
and a severe pain,
which no painkiller could soothe,


now it's a carious tooth,
suffering with swollen gums,
in its death bed,
waiting to be uprooted,
to lie in the dentist's tray.
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an early demise,
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for they say:
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pride comes before fall.