I understood the longing of the electron to return,
And that longing is light.
I feel my longing for you.
Just as pumping excites the electron,
the very sight and memory of you,
does so to me.
Now, when I never reach you, I fall back,
And that fall is the creation of light.
Light that may not be strong enough to be called emission,
as in the case of electrons,
but still...
It is something for me.
Maybe one day, the gain in me shall rise
to meet and surpass the loss.
Maybe, one day maybe...
I shall be the source of an intense, coherent beam of light
that the world longs to hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem