It was a tiny pustule, br That welled up as a sore, br And erupted, br The doctors diagnosed it as caste, br Its not cancer they said, br It’s just a sore, br It’s benign, br Not malignant, br So do not worry, br The doctors do not know, br It eats the soul and corrupts mind, br It’s a pustule and a sore, br That bursts and overflows, br It becomes malignant, br When I was young it was a pustule, br With taunts it grew to be a sore, br Its genetic, they said, br Hereditary has a large role to play, br Like diabetes, br So do not worry, br But my school mates say its contagious, br And ask me to sit separate, br They will be infected by touch, br I wonder if it’s benign as the doctors say, br But my schoolmates say its malignant, br I am worried it could be malignant, br So seek a cure, br At the local temple nearby, br The priest said it is malignant, br It is your karma, he said, br For there is no cure.