Poem - Newton's Apple


This is a short poem I wrote for a physics- poem writing competition. The poem is about the infamous "Newton's Apple" from the apocryphal story wherein an apple fell on Sir Newton's head leading him to propose the theory of gravity. 


I am an apple,
Just an ordinary one,
I was made famous, 
By Sir Isaac Newton. 

As a young appling, 
I dreamt to touch the sky, 
But try as I might, 
I just couldn’t fly. 


Hanging on my branch all day long, 
I gained weight and grew stronger, 
Then one day my branch said, 
“I can’t hold you any longer!” 

On that fateful day, 
I tried to fly away, 
But some force pulled me down, 
And Sir Newton was in town. 


The gravity of it all, 
Struck me during the fall. 
I fell on his head, 
But he seemed pleased instead. 

Sir Newton ran home, 
Saying gravity is the force, 
And from that day on, 
I have been known by all.


-Anumeya Sehgal

Comments

Unknown said…
Wow! This is funny.
6 July 2020 at 05:12
Anna said…
Loved this one. Newton would bust a gut if he read this!
6 July 2020 at 06:40
Parth Chhapolia said…
Bery Gud (Inglish 2.0)
10 July 2020 at 00:53
var said…
Good One...
18 August 2024 at 03:15

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