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Nakul Bhat Poem
Five years was their prediction of my lifespan.
Approaching forty-five,
I have a lot to show and less to say.
Photography was never my thing
But I have the most impactful photo of the Earth.
a blurry dot in a sunbeam
Six billion kilometres away.
Crawling through space
at 61,500 kilometres in an hour,
I'll soon lose my makers
to the darkness of space;
and meet my maker(s)
in the darkness of space.
But my voyage will not end
as I have a new friend to meet.
In forty thousand years,
I'll see a friend I only know as
AC+79 3888.
through the fringes of our solar system,
In the nihility of space,
I stand as a testament
of Humans, their ingenuity
and mainly of their underestimation
23.3 billion kilometres
That's how far home is.
But I am home;
Just not the one where I was made.
They thought I'll be a small but significant "Voyager"
I think they were wrong.
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Nakul Bhat Poem
A symbol of vulnerability
with implausible durability;
master at misrepresentation,
a bolster of modernization.
Praised for its lucidity,
nowise for its amorphicity;
such is human disposition,
seldom beholding composition.
A motif of permanence,
marking time’s impermanence.
Encapsulating sand and time,
an hourglass, marking life’s chime.
Made to be admired,
Only to be called 'uninspired’.
Its perspicuity appreciated by the unaware;
coloured, its vibrance ready to ensnare.
Weened to be understood and known,
yet, only misunderstood and unknown;
for such is the mystery of glass,
unable to be deciphered in a single pass.
Shattered and broken oft,
only to be restored aloft,
never seeming to age;
such is beauty when taken from an age-old page.
Behind us, lay five millennia of innovation.
Ahead, shall lie an eternity of appreciation;
for it is important lessons that we learn,
when observing Nature and her glassy urn.
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