With a shiny vehemence and zealous fervor, I usher you in my dominion, where some does find existential crisis, and well I am perplexed, by their utter incapacity, to see your beauty! It is at the most inopportune of times that my mind loves to wonder, in your rule, captivated in sheer modesty of your words. You have inculcated in me, a sense so deep Problem makes me variables often, Strong I become with your inequality. Oh Maths, never let me fail you, for you are sassy weed that I breathe in. You, a result of proceeding a cause, with your tantalising tangents, thrilling trigonometry, alluring arithmetics, enticing calculus. Being belligerently drunk is what I know, to absorb you in my open arms, not trying to be incoherently dumb, Such is the fondness, such is the love, Maths, Our destiny seems collinear, coplanar and parallel. I plus you equals family. Ghazal
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 15:31:32 +0000
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