Newton’s Law of Gravity

By Sai Rayala.

They say Isaac Newton

Was sitting under an apple tree

Watching the soft cotton clouds

Float like mist in the pale blue sky.

An apple broke off and fell down

And struck poor Newton on the head.

A hit that led to gravity.


It’s a pity our world has no place

To nurture the future Newtons.

For who will sit outside

Searching for shapes in clouds,

When they can sit on beds

As soft as cotton, inside

With their heads scrunched over

Little plastic screens.


The fresh air outside is polluted

With the signals of cell towers.

And we stay, transfixed

At the bright, blinding light.

The apples outside plunge

And shrivel and decay,

The vibrant colors fading away.

Image Source:

Featured Image:This image was originally posted on Flickr by Selbe Lynn.  This image has been licensed for fair use by the creator under the Creative Commons license – Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0).  No changes have been made.


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