Once told my father, our Physics teacher:
“Let us have an Experiment today.”
Years back, of course, I well remember
The rainy dark September-day cool damp
-Lazy lethargic. Our mind pulsated fast.
He took a beaker filled it half
With pure crystal clear water
-Placed on the wire-mesh-stand.
Lit the good old sprit lamp and
Asked: Watch carefully my children!
Minutes elapsed-curious we were-
What would happen, our silliness wondered!
Still the water is, calm mum quiet dull and no feel.
Look here! He alerted. I could see tiny bubbles
Taking their birth and moving to the Surface!
Yes! There is the movement, mild hushing
The Spirit the twinkling of the lovely Star!
In the memories in the Vision of my vision,
In the Rhyme of my ever sweet nursery rhyme!
Now at this eve of mine I reminisce about
The past classroom experiment, its thrust
The haunting intuitive implication, the Gist,
The bubbling whisper the boiling laugh
The stepping note the opening breath!
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31-10-11
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A page from my boyhood. My father gave me everything.