Here is a poem I wrote 20 years ago, sitting in a boring mechanical engineering calass (for an electronics student! - you can imagine the pain), staring at the face of the lecturer who went on an on about some thermodynamics lesson. Dedicated to him and thermodynamics (whatever that deeply means :-) )
Dance of the Bubbles
The water is cold, emotionless and dull
Filled in a vessel, which is equally cold
Who can ever make it dance with joy
Fire says, "I will, this task is mine!"
"How?", everyone cries, "it's herculean,
'Cos as cold as cold can be, this guy is dull"
"Leave it to me, warm kisses are mine
I'll kiss him and kiss him and make him dance with joy"
"Show us", they cried, "fire eased his way
Right beneath the cold pan with the coldest water in
Fire started smiling in light yellow and blue
Tinged with red, its kisses of warmth
Water seems to be adamant, "I won't budge
Let alone dancing, I won't even smile."
But the warmth is filling every single moment
Till one bubble inside shouted, "Here I come!"
The little bubble came out from beneath all the cold
It was shy and slow, but smiled and came up
The other bubbles couldn't resist, they followed its path
Dancing and singing with enflamed joy
Now the bubbles are dancing, filled with ecstacy
They beckoned the water, "Come buddy, let's dance"
Water couldn't resist, 'cos deep inside
It was bubbling with joy, Oh! the kisses of fire!
You are a talented person indeed. Make use of the literary skills too
ReplyDeleteLooks like writing poems in boring classes is a universal phenomenon... I used to do that too :-) I do not know what thermodynamics is, but if your poem is an explanation of thermodynamics, it definitely sounds interesting.
ReplyDeleteThanks Annie. The fun part was sitting in the first bench and writing the poem looking at the lecturer's face :-).. Of course, only the boring ones could inspire your creativity. The good ones challenged you with reality!! What an irony, isn't it? :-)
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