Science and Mom

I throw my tantrums like the alpha particles on her

She deflects them with her tranquility like the gold foil

Needless to say she is actually gold

Now I know why they call the Earth as mother,

Her pure love for me is the gravitational energy that binds me,

Needless to say, it requires minimum velocity of my stupid anger to escape that

I feel Newton was really up to something when he derived “F = ma”

In this equation, I am just the vegetating mass,

She is the real force behind the acceleration of my success

But Newton was surely wrong in his third law

Because she let go my actions of arrogance without any reaction

And yes, energy is conserved

Because I always see her energy as constant

It just keeps translating into forms throughout the day,

from taking care to sometimes letting me do mistakes,

from shouting out her concerns to sometimes letting go,

Her energy is conserved too.

Though it was hard for physicists to find it,

But for me it’s rather pretty easy,

Because she is already ‘the theory of everything’ for me.

But now, I see her grow old

and apparently growing young.

The former scares me,

And the latter relieves me.

She is young to prevent my ambitions from aging

And she is growing old in that process.

And that feeling reminds of me Einstein

Because when I am motivated by her struggle

I find myself as waves of hard work

But when I am guilty much,

I shatter into particles

Trying to take some form

That resembles exactly with her.