In the depths of the gut, a quiet bend, Where food takes a turn, yet never ascends. A loop forms a trap, a bypassed lane, Silent and stagnant, a source of pain.
The small intestine, a twisting maze, Guides the nutrients through winding ways. Yet in the blind loop, a problem grows, A feast for bacteria, hidden below.
Unchecked they thrive, a restless crowd, Bloating the belly, pain calling loud. Malabsorption steals the body's grace, Draining vitality from every space.
Nutrients meant for flesh and bone Pass through the body, wasted, unknown. Fatty stools, a bitter sign, That something’s broken deep in the line.
Bloating, cramping, a rumbling call, A hint of what lies inside the wall. The loop betrays, though unseen, In the silent realm where microbes teem.
Yet science sees where eyes cannot, With images clear, a lesson is taught. A diagnosis brings a path to heal, Surgery or treatment, the way to feel.
The loop, no longer a place to hide, Is freed from the grip of nature’s tide. As balance returns to the body's flow, A brighter tomorrow begins to grow.
