Sunday, December 28, 2008

Mathematical Loneliness

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

(Adapted from an anonymous author... with due credits to him/her... i only take the credit of discovering it :))


Ricky said...

Hey... i knoe frm where u got the idea of this poem frm... (thts a sublte way of saying u saw it in the movie Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay). . .

neways... its a really nice poem... one of my fav...

AJ said...

is it by DT?

Apoorva Dixit said...

good find..