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Sonnets -Wake Up, Indian Scientists
'Aim for the Moon, ' - my Indian scientists all;
'And get your space-shuttle ready to land, '
'Discover, Invent, '- is Man's clarion-call,
So, grab the Moon-rocks, if need be, by hand!
“Aim for the Stars and you will land in Mars, '
Our poverty will invent many things;
Ambitions must be tall, don't stop with cars;
Your Indianness could make you real Kings.
Your brain has functioned very well till now;
So, make your extra Betz-cells work with zest,
Achievements are decided from above;
Unite; Be patriotic; Do your best.
Nothing around should make you lose your calm;
Nothing should stop a Man of Science perform.
poem
by
John Celes
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