Treasure Island

Rohini Gupta


The Einstein's Prize


Although the scientists, proved brilliant and bright

Some of their findings, were difficult to prove right

Out of the greatest, there have been

Was the physicist, Albert Einstein

When the scientific world, was full of creativity

He baffled them all, with his theory of relativity

It is difficult to find one, to match his class

He gave the relation, of energy with mass

As he could hear, the atomic clocks chime

He wisely utilized, the dimensions of time

He worked against odds, as he had foresight

And his ideas traveled, faster than the light

Oh! such massive ideas, further need to arise

So institute in his honor, the greatest of prize

Submitted: Saturday, September 18, 2010

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