Oh dear Asimov

Oh dear Asimov,

You have electrified my jaded soul!

What started as an innocent exploration

Is almost turning into an obsession –

To read everything that your brilliant mind has penned,

To devour your stories of space/time travel and smart aliens!

Why?

Because there is a magic in your way of communicating!

You explain the awesomeness of the Universe in a way that is so stimulating!

Now, this budding addiction

Is naturally accompanied by a trepidation.

You see,

I am doing PhD.

And I can’t help but foresee

That the consequences of t­hese activities

May not be salutary!

For instance,

Today I went to the library

Hoping to set straight my priorities.

But alas, I failed in my mission!

And instead discovered some of your books of non-fiction!

Sigh!

For the time-being I feel helpless.

My mind is possessed, I confess!

I hope that reading and thinking about the Universe

Will eventually not interfere much with my PhD research.

And that I will look back at these escapades

Without too much of regret,

But rather in a nostalgic way

By realizing that I didn’t forget

What it was like to be a child,

Who sought answers and explanations

For things as simple as the peculiar color of the sky

To as intriguing as what led to the Universe’ creation.