published in NewYork Times, August 10,1930
JULY 14,1930
ON THE NATURE OF REALITY
Near Potsdam is a small place called Caputh. There, upon a hill, stands a brown wooden house with a red tile roof. Round about, like sentinels, stand the slim trunks of pine trees. In the wooden villa dwells the mathematician, Albert Einstein. At about 4 o'clock one recent afternoon Rabindranath Tagore walked along the sandy path to the house. he wore a suit of soft, blue cloth; he leaned a bit forward as he walked and one hand was bent behind his back. Beside him stood sturdy, erect Einstein...
A scientist and poet met!
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Ramdas Bhandarkar (04-02-1958 / Madikeri)
Poems by Ramdas Bhandarkar : 2 / 246
A Scientist and A Poet!
Strange are these men,
people can enjoy their work,
one can't compare these,
but let us try end enjoy!
Scientist and Poet,
One studies the worlds,
And another studies words,
Both can be above human mind,
One play with his logic and another plays word magic!
Both scientists and Poets,
Meditate,
One upon his experiments,
And another upon mind,
One studies cause and effect in this world,
Another studies love and affectaction of world!
One take pains work for some purpose,
Another can lie under the nose,
Both stumble on luck,
Scientist discovers a truth,
Poet always plays with so many of them!
Ramdas Bhandarkar
Submitted: Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Edited: Thursday, August 02, 2012
Poems by Ramdas Bhandarkar : 2 / 246
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both can't escape from the truth. sometimes poets act in the name of imagination. I respect the poets who know to explain their work.
Great comparative poem of two seemingly distinct crafts,
that you mix and experiment with admirably.
One of best friends (a scientist by day) writes the most astounding poetry (by night) .