I’m a scientist
Bridging theory with practice
The quadrants of Bohr
With that of Edison and in-between Pasteur
I draw shapes of bacteria
Sketch filaments of fungi and Anabaena
And fill hovering mind-spacecrafts
With some wondrous jet-fuel
And in my quest to be practical – and empirical
I was 37 and single as a unicellular amoeba
With a genome dream many times larger
Than my six foot frame
Or my 120 kg weight

And that woman of outer-composure
And inner-wild stood as heavens doorway….

I still lingered on in science
Until I realized proof of life was worthless
And just when it was impractical to be practical
I fell in love


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