A Starry Eyed Discovery

And so the apple fell
On an unsuspecting head,
From a tree quite tall
And a force quite hard.
Little did it know,
It would be a revelation,
Provoking the head’s potency
Instead of delving it into
Another starry eyed reverie.
The head squirmed and turned,
Found the culprit red apple,
Where a normal head would curse,
The victim head wondered,
Why hath it fallen?
Why hath it not flown?
Why don’t apples have wings?
Why don’t apples hang mid-air?
The culprit apple became victim,
To a plenitude of unanswerable queries,
It just stared at the incredulous head,
Got mentioned in folds of papyrus,
The apple of the history,
The fall of a century,
The discovery of gravity!

A very late post on the blog considering I wrote this three years back.