Sometimes even you can’t predict
the path the thing will go on
No one is certain about that
Everything is uncertain indeed
You may feel you are so lucky
You can make a math of
probability which no one can explain
You may see the sky with great wonder
But only a mad one can see the reality
It is like a broken shell, which we
divided in to constellations as we always
You may wonder about great distances
But relativity will confuse you
You will end up into a question only
We only get question always
One may ask you about symmetry
You will point on to an object without
anything in your mind, which is empty
Simply the maths smiles always
You would think that it’s a beast
That would fall on you in a pleasant day
And you don’t want to love it
Even to like it for a long
But one day in morning you can see
A new friend is walking aside of you
You can’t understand it in a simple single look
which is the same beast
You will forget all your previous
thoughts that your mad mind made
The story of love begins there
There at the exact point , nowhere else
It will stop division and extend
it’s point to integration as you feel
Even romance will see as a new thing
which is an entanglement in the new
Then you will realise thing around you
is turning into simple equation
You are no more than a function
The grand story of life reveals
The life is maths that is love
There you start finding new
Something new always
Which is always “MATHS”
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