He who invented
the law of gravity
had not been blessed
with the pull
from the top.
The apple was imbalanced
with the weight
of tyrannical branches
and unthinking leaves.
They swayed in obedience
to the branch
which in turn
followed the wind.
The trunk acknowledged
the wisdom of the roots,
but paid obeisance
to the prevailing wind
in a false hope
of taking flight.
The apple decided to split
from the branch
and take a different path.
Anti-gravitational was the mind
It chose the road less travelled
And hit a scientist’s head.
This is just beautiful. Very imaginative.
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Thank you, Indira!
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Wow! That’s a brilliant metaphor, in a skillfully worded poem!
I don’t like using exclamation marks, but this one came as a surprise – even from talent such as yours.
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Thanks for the suggestions. I will make the necessary correction.
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Was your comment intended for me? I didn’t point out any errors – as far as I could see, there were none.
Maybe you were referring to my comment on exclamation marks – I was speaking of the ones I used in my own comment…
Your poem is amazing, and needs no correction.
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I looked again, and di not find the exclamation marks in the poem. Thought it was an error. Let it pass đŸ™‚
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It’s hard to find exclamation marks where there are none (giggle). My comment was confusing… đŸ™‚
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Superb, Reena. Brava!
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Thanks!
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Tyrannical branches and unthinking leaves. Great metaphorical detail that aptly conveys the burden of living through difficult times. As usual, your writings are very perceptive and convey correctly the angst of modern times, Reena.
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Thank you so much, Neel!
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bravo đŸ˜€
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Thanks!
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