My white coat has stains
To mark its rebellion.
My pencils are cheers
And tell concentration.
My legs are tired
Of standing and observing.
My head is saturated
Of bright ideas and daring dreams.
Science meets poetry
My white coat has stains
To mark its rebellion.
My pencils are cheers
And tell concentration.
My legs are tired
Of standing and observing.
My head is saturated
Of bright ideas and daring dreams.