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Genius by The Dozen (A Sonnet) | Amantes Assemble
Given the resources, I can build any technology,
Unlike some people, I do not need to hire genius.
Yet I gave up my obsession of electronics, because,
Building rockets is easy, building society not so much.
Not everybody is born with a silver spoon in mouth,
Rest of us have to choose among bread, dreams and tears.
But don’t assume that I am whining about a misfortune,
Because, a reformer is worth a hundred entrepreneurs.
Rocket science is child’s play for even a fisherman’s son,
Cognitive Science is common sense for a laborer’s child.
Yet you boast about a bunch of counterfeit geniuses whose,
Greatest power is that they are born with a golden hide.
If you seek true genius, lend a hand to developing nations.
And they’ll give you Gates, Musks and Byrons by the dozens.
Unlike some people, I do not need to hire genius.
Yet I gave up my obsession of electronics, because,
Building rockets is easy, building society not so much.
Not everybody is born with a silver spoon in mouth,
Rest of us have to choose among bread, dreams and tears.
But don’t assume that I am whining about a misfortune,
Because, a reformer is worth a hundred entrepreneurs.
Rocket science is child’s play for even a fisherman’s son,
Cognitive Science is common sense for a laborer’s child.
Yet you boast about a bunch of counterfeit geniuses whose,
Greatest power is that they are born with a golden hide.
If you seek true genius, lend a hand to developing nations.
And they’ll give you Gates, Musks and Byrons by the dozens.
Humanitarian Engineer (The Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Neurosonnets
The burning scent of molten solder
is just as intoxicating to me
as the musky scent of soil drenched
in the first downpour of monsoon.
In the right human hands, a soldering iron
can solder the cracks in accessibility,
while in the hands of just clever apes,
soldering iron cooks up circuits of privilege,
while burning down the bridges of equality.
Any engineer can tell the voltage
of a battery from taste, but only
a humane engineer knows how to put
each volt and amp to humanitarian use.
The burnt fingertips count for something,
only when your innovation is catalyst for good.
is just as intoxicating to me
as the musky scent of soil drenched
in the first downpour of monsoon.
In the right human hands, a soldering iron
can solder the cracks in accessibility,
while in the hands of just clever apes,
soldering iron cooks up circuits of privilege,
while burning down the bridges of equality.
Any engineer can tell the voltage
of a battery from taste, but only
a humane engineer knows how to put
each volt and amp to humanitarian use.
The burnt fingertips count for something,
only when your innovation is catalyst for good.
