A Genius Poem by Dorothy Sinha

He’s built a machine
Has young and old gushing
Ever since he was born
“He’s a genius” said all
“meant to be great, not small”

He seemed to be a freak
Yet, he’s built a machine
unique
That could travel fast and quick
far away distances, in a flick

All were curious
A machine meant something serious
But it was simple
- a fulcrum
The human head as its pivotal drum
One end affixed to the neck
From the other dangled delicacies select!

Chips or cakes
affix your choicest bakes
tarts or pies
with fries
or frozen shakes!

You would salivate
run after your bait
Fast your legs would carry
Run miles in hurry!
As your favorite chips
dangled just beyond your grips

Cover distances in half
This sure was no bluff!
Science in human motion,
This was extra ordinary stuff!
The work of a rare genius
was the verdict unanimous!