Force

Force

In quiet labs where chalk dust sighs,
the apple falls—a whispered test,
gravity’s soft, unyielding guise,
pulls the world toward its restless chest.

A shove, a thrust, a sudden surge,
the push that makes the iron bend,
Newton’s third law, the equal urge,
where action finds its steadfast friend.

Not only masses feel the pull,
but hearts, too, beat with unseen strain—
a lover’s grip, a mother’s pull,
the silent strength that breaks the chain.

In streets where crowds surge like a tide,
the force of will, the marching tread,
each step a pulse, each voice amplified,
a nation’s rhythm, newly fed.

So force is more than mere vector,
it is the pulse that drives the spheres,
the steady hand, the brave endeavour,
the echo that reverberates through years.