Manabendra Lal Bhuyan Poems

Going round the world,
I see you,
In every corner of it,
In each heart's beat.
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Once I counted the stars,
Very dim to bright,
White, blue and reddish scars
On a dark black night.
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This World is still our Home.
Where terrorism hovers
And innocents get killed.
Where the survivors made to suffer,
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They sit in their towers, untouched, unshaken,
Signatures sealing fates with careless hands.
Errors written in ink that we must erase,
Spending hours, days—our futures at stake.
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Overwhelmed by emotions… I bled; I wrote.
I wrote a letter, no one will note.

I spoke. No one heard.
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Yes!
Physics isn't a subject. It's a lens. A way of seeing.

Not a discipline confined to paper and telescopes,
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The anomalies shine harder than the laws you can derive.
The glimpse I should not have had is carved harder than the hands held daily.
The audacity of being both fleeting and unreachable, the brand of absence.
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My mistake is that I understand,
And my failure was thinking it would help.
I see through it all, but I cannot move.
Knowing enough to doubt, but not enough to prove.
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I understood the longing of the electron to return,
And that longing is light.

I feel my longing for you.
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There bloomed a flower near my heart; bees danced in wild delight.
I sat away and watched; let's see how long they bite.
They swarmed and buzzed in madness, sipping nectar every while;
I stayed alone in silence, stockpiling nectar with a smile.
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