A Modern Sonnet by Kaisera Kanwar
Clothed in star pyjamas, all of seven years old I declared I wanted to fly
Who would question an imbecile’s reverie?
They said Yes! Yes , you will touch the sky
But now I see….. You are my greatest enemy ‘Gravity’
Your pull and hold, like being patrolled
Your invisible bond, frustratingly firm
Oh cruel foe! You have me pigeonholed
To the sun and moon, I must escape, even if I appear infirm
Lets us reverse your force
No stalling, just free falling into the universe
May your attraction
Boost my acceleration
But in our ability I doubt , physics we can’t possibly flout
I can’t really fly it turns out….