Build

Minutes, hours, and days pass

  So do weeks, months and years,

Build, build, build, and build

  And gain entry to Masters Guild

Unit by unit, block by block,

  Relentless effort like that of clock

Of precision, of reliability, and

   Elegance, came out of magic wand

  Ultimate Master, the Man is,

  A symbol of willingness to live

Spirit of Life, and the Sense of Beauty

  Bring life to a whole new Being

We have not forgotten you

It's been one year. We have not forgotten you. You may not read this, but I still want to promise you that our tribute will not be just in words or poems, though I would like to post this again for you.

An evening stroll with a friend,
  The invitation of horror and death
So brave you were, you lit up fire
   In the hearts of otherwise sheeple

Millions have endured the horror,
   And millions will endure the same
You stood as symbol of sacred life
   As testimony to brutality of society

Nothing can bring you back
   Any tribute might be insufficient
You were truly a light, a meteor
   You'll be in our hearts for eternity

Let us Grow

Lustrous, Powerful and Majestic

Provider of Light and Life

Years, centuries and eons pass

You stand there and glow

Winters and Summers is what we see

Days and years because of you

Without you we would not wake up

Without you we wouldn't exist

Every insect, every tree and bird

Every man, woman and child

O Great Sun, we are your children

Let us grow, perhaps it is time

Where Mathematics meets Poetry

          Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty — a beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture, without appeal to any part of our weaker nature, without the gorgeous trappings of painting or music, yet sublimely pure, and capable of a stern perfection such as only the greatest art can show. The true spirit of delight, the exaltation, the sense of being more than Man, which is the touchstone of the highest excellence, is to be found in mathematics as surely as poetry.

- Russel

             

The Light

An evening stroll with a friend,
  The invitation of horror and death
So brave you were, you lit up fire
   In the hearts of otherwise sheeple

Millions have endured the horror,
   And millions will endure the same
You stood as symbol of sacred life
   As testimony to brutality of society

Nothing can bring you back
   Any tribute might be insufficient
You were truly a light, a meteor
   You'll be in our hearts for eternity