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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And I came out from the dust,
Standing beside the road
Below a broken mast,
In a thoughtful mode.
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I am bored of studying
I won't study anymore
Who always tell me to study
Don't ever tell me anymore.
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