My birthday got me- an Einstein book
Red, inches thick and hard to look.
‘The God’s Equation’, it said it was.
I wondered it as birthday loss.
I opened it, I saw myself.
We resembled like my fathers’ legs.
We love the serene lonesome nights
To gawk and wonder wonder light.
He hated school and even failed
And mine are better than Einstein’s grades.
We love the coffee on winter days
And stretch our tongues at public place.
‘Once focused he did wonders’, book said
To mother’s insight I am a wonder lad.
And hence I spotted the difference at large,
e=mc2 from a magnetic compass.
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