maths

 

23-11-2021

 

 

I always liked maths when I was a kid

But it all changed when they invited Greek

 

Never knew how things could be

So complex and I disliked it

 

I couldn’t hate something

That I have loved all these years 

 

Felt sad but couldn’t do anything

Thought that it’d be ok if I worked hard for it

 

I never had to be so scared for my

Exams until today, I hate changes

 

The few important problems they gave

Were more than enough to practice

 

But then suddenly the four walls broke apart

Revealing the world to my little self

 

It was quite a phase

I was quite dazed

To run till the end of the maze

Couldn’t look at my face

 

To run was the only thing taught to us

It was never a marathon to begin with

Always a sprint and always will be       

 

Wondered if I’d like it

If I chased for it

 

But now it just feels irrational like

That of the pi

 

Even though I ran, the line wasn’t visible

It’s just far away or maybe I'm not fast enough

 

The maths that I loved

Is questioning my love

 

Will my love ever be enough

To understand the subject “so tough”?

 

Is love ever enough?

Or will I have to travel through hurdles,

Cross the seven seas,

Read every book of existence?

 

Has this poem turned a very different turn

Directed away from its core

Proving futile to my distracted soul

Or am I a sucker for love?