Rosmin Elsa Mohan
Comments about Rosmin Elsa Mohan
I once dreamt of an open field,
The bareness of which alone did shield,
A shadow so frail, in a shadow as such
I thought as much.
I felt it again on my bed at night
Darkness; through which I saw the light
Silence - to feel; and to feel so weak,
Silence, I think I heard her speak.
The crowd through which I made my way,
Gave me a second to poise it through
Shouts around, though I felt them nay,
The Me within, in silence too.
The hours of solace so gifted in tune,
A language unworldly, (beyond the moon!)
To realize it ...
Being A Researcher...
It's about thinking of everything under the sun,
Being a researcher is so much fun
It's when you know that a+b?c
But yet you need to figure out 'z'
It's when you see colors in broad daylight
And fuse them all to see just white
It's about changing radii and finding focii
Comprehending how to defend your alibi
It's seeing beyond the dark at night