A Philosopher Girl - Poem by Nayyar Afaq
Her room was like a library,
I found her among the books.
Big glasses, bungled dress and hairs,
Philosopher by her looks.
I asked her, with surprising tone,
Why so much books she had?
(Perhaps I discomforted her,
By arguing, and that's bad.)
She said she welcomes everyone,
(But switched off is stardust.)
Then hugged me to officially start,
A friendship based on trust.
Then at once, lost in random thoughts,
She placed her hands on shelf.
And sighed if ever she will find,
Her soul mate, Mr. Elf.
Before there born Copernicus ,
She told, this earth was flat.
And in the box, beneath her bed,
There was Schrödinger cat .
She was so void of cosmetics,
With spots of ink on chin.
She picked a lipstick from cupboard,
And threw in the dust bin.
She arched her fingers, and then shaped,
A star with rubber band.
And looked at me with such a smile,
Like sky is in her hand.
Her eyes were like magnetic poles,
With arctic flares in head.
No cushion or pillow for nap,
She had just books on bed.
And when she took and placed on lips,
An empty cup of tea.
Her absentmindedness was like,
She's not she, she is me.
She told hate is love in disguise,
And love is actually hate.
I grumbled, 'Heaven's sake. Please stop,
I couldn't get it, mate.'
Then don't know why she angrily said,
'You too are like all men.'
To prove her wrong, then, in avenge,
I gifted her, my pen.
- Nicolaus Copernicus (1473-1543) was a mathematician and astronomer, who proposed that the sun was stationary in the center of the universe and the earth revolved around it.
- Schrödinger cat: A famous paradox of Quantum Physics.
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