A Poem on  Singh

Singh-ing with Singh

“Ode to the Fly Guy”

In a lab where the fruit flies buzz and swing,
There rules a scientist named Amit Singh.
While others chase fame or fancy bling,
He follows a fly with a mutant wing.

From retinal defects to pathways that ping,
He decodes the secrets that tiny genes bring.
If flies had a king, they’d crown him with zing,
For fixing their problems with scientific bling.

Students all whisper, “Is this man a fling
Between Einstein’s brain and a fruit-fly wing?”
But he laughs and says, “Science is my thing—
Especially when it flies… get it?” — Singh!

So here’s to the Fly Guy, doing his thing,
Solving life’s puzzles with a microscope’s ring.
May his flies behave, and his data always sing,
Long live the legend—Dr. Amit Singh!

“The Fly Who Won Science”

In a lab where fruit flies zip and zoom,
Little wings rule the research room.
Tiny bodies, giant brains—
Or so they claim in fly domains.

A century back, one brave red eye
Helped Morgan win a Nobel Prize.
“Chromosomes!” it practically yelled,
And modern genetics was compelled.

Since then these flies, so small, so sly,
Have schooled us humans—oh my my!
From cancer clues to sleep at night,
They buzz out truths with all their might.

They teach us why some neurons fail,
Why hearts mis-pump, why genes derail.
Who knew a creature on your fruit
Could crack disease like some recruit?

CRISPR clicks and datasets stream,
The flies just grin (or so they seem).
They flap their wings like, “Here we go—
Another shot at a Nobel show!”

For every fly geneticist crowned,
Another medal comes around.
The fly thinks, “Hmm, that prize was mine…
But sure, go on—take your time.”

So cheers to flies, the tiny crew
Who’ve done more science than most humans do.
Long live the legends, bold and spry—
All hail the mighty fruit-size fly!