Light.
Poetry.
I travel in a straight line,
I am faster than sound.
I get reflected by some medium,
I get refracted too in the other.
I get dispersed from white to colors,
I diffract at the corners of those edges.
I polarise when you constrain me to one plane,
I redistribute when you give interference.
I am called light,
I am as glad as it is at sight.
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