Inspired by the essay authored by Kamal K. Ahuja, “Sir Robert Edwards, the polymath of IVF” (in RBMO, Vol. 51, Issue 4, 2025, 105203), circulated by Professor R. Sudarshan.
Those for whom silent dusks turn to sculpted light,
For undiscovered seeds to flower the abysmal night;
You were one such, who quietly coaxed the universe,
With yards that no learned jury can reimburse.
In glass and gloom, you made compassion bloom,
That each folded life could bravely climb its womb.
In the margins of shriveled codes, you breathed our genes,
Stole the fire of life, to farm us in tureens.
With a farmer’s patience melded to a scholar’s hand,
You sowed courage in frozen fields athwart the land.
Now triumphs dazzle in the journal of your name,
Though dwarfed by your ethic’s scales and valor sans fame.
Oh polymath, who walked through branches, like doors,
Leaving ingresses ajar for hereafters to explore.
No blood was spilled to chisel your name in stone,
While we marveled to learn how each must stand alone.
Arup K. Chatterjee 