There was a time when glory struck, Future shown bright and shine for me. Once upon a time I had the luck, To experience the most beautiful feeling there could be. Oh savant of Mathematics, he called me, Thou art the brightest kid who shone. Logic behind Maths, my daughter can’t see, Teach her, all of sixteen has she grown. "Yes, why not”, pat came the reply, "I shall be honoured to help you sir”. My fantasies were already touching the sky, She was a Goddess; I had heard persistent rumours. To continue reading this lovely poem, click- flairwide/BLOG.aspx?TEXT_ID=35
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 05:15:30 +0000
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