Tale of a Scientist, Edited
A long time ago there lived one Isaac Newton,
a great scientist of all times, a famous Briton.
Born premature, into a quart mug he would fit,
said his mother, who left him to grow up on his wit.
Isaac Newton with a refined brain
stood on shoulders of giants to gain
view of the far none had seen.
On him fell an apple green,
derived gravity from his thought train.
Newton had no commerce with women, Voltaire said.
In science endeavor mathematical matrix he had laid.
With disarrayed mind he had died mired in controversy,
alchemic pursuits poisoned him with mercury, a mystery.
September 9, 2019
Syllable count (Limerick) : 9/9/7/7/9
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Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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