"Beneath the Apple Tree" by Prabhat Ranjan

I looked up above, as I laid
Beneath the apple tree,

And wondered how nice it'll be,
To get those apples for free.

But the apples were too high to reach,

So all my hopes got lost

When suddenly in my mind it came
Great Newton's age old thought.

That when he sat below the tree

As useless as I was,

Without any effort, or initiative,

An apple did really fall.

Newton said that he was the one

Who first actually had found

That earth pulls the apple towards itself

And makes it fall on ground.

Having faith in Mr Newton

I laid there as I was

The noon changed to night,

(The sky flooded with moonlight)

But the apple did not fall!

And then I began to doubt
If really Newton said it true

Or was it for only name and fame

To gain his own fortune!

Just then from above did fall

An apple that made me sicken!

For it emitted a chokin' smell

And throughout it was worm stricken!

Within a flash I speculated

That no book has ever mentioned

That what Newton actually did 

With the apple that had fallen.

Now I know he must have crushed it

And took out his all frustration

Because just like mine, his apple too was
Dead decayed and rotten!

So commit to memory my new theory 

And never have it forgotten

That all the apples that hang on tree 

Are not pulled by gravitation.

Through the years I have known

That among the apples that hang on tree

The gravity brings down,

On the ground

Only the decayed apples for free!



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An easy going human, Prabhat Ranjan, an artist by chance, and a poet by accident, survives by making futile plans about getting serious towards life every day. Fancying himself a vagabond, his curiosity keeps him interested in the world, which he keeps exploring through books, writings, conversations, odd excursions and imagination. He admires everything archaic and wishes to travel back to the old centuries, to experience those times in real, for once.