A Tribute To Richard Feynman On His 105th Birthday
“He painted physics in its purest forms”
In realms where particles unseen abide,
There walked a man, in intellect, our guide.
Richard Feynman, of the quantum song,
To whom such mysteries of the world belong.
Across the field of science, he did roam,
With playful heart, he made the world his home.
In Nature’s depths, his restless mind took flight,
Unraveling her secrets, day and night.
His diagrams, like cosmic hieroglyphs, reveal,
The dance of particles, their waltz and wheel.
Quantum realms, by human thought confined,
In Feynman’s hands, a symphony designed.
He wove the threads of science with delight,
His lectures, like a beacon in the night.
Transcending jargon, equations, and the norms,
He painted physics in its purest forms.
With bongo drums, he shared his rhythmic cheer,
His laughter echoed, far and crystal clear.
In every atom, every quark’s design,
He found a reason to rejoice, a sign.
An educator, pioneer of thought,
The joy of learning, in his lessons taught.
His spirit, like a particle, persists,
In every question that our mind enlists.
So here’s to Feynman, champion of the quest,
In halls of knowledge, he was truly blessed.
A physicist, a teacher, and a friend,
His legacy, like time, shall have no end.
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