====SINCE TIME IN MEMORIAL=====

This poem was written by me in interschool poetry competition 2010-"Tantra : race to infinity" where the theme was about mathematics and we had to choose one of the 4 topics given on spot........ 1.calculations in mind

2.equations of expressions

3.variables in life

4.degrees of success

this included judgement on various aspects by the well know poets in bangalore. The time limit was 40 minutes

This poem made me win the competition and i am now a member of international poets committee!

DEGREES OF SUCCESS

I am the mother of a language

anything i see i try to guage,

I am the father of most logic

reason behind most magic.

I am the queen of science

and king of vase field,

Quantity,structure,space

and changes are my yield.

I am child looking in all angles

for many lives i am an angel,

I walked past geometry

and met trigonometry.

I am the sun of an old land

and stretch over infinite band,

Flourish over my applications

forget all complications.

I am the time tracker

and your worth protector,

i grow with every clocks tick

and every great man's pick.

Differentiation is a fear

integration gets you near,

when its noon in the moon

what time is it here?

I guide you to know

what is the chance it will snow,

If you count for a year,would you get to infinity,

or somewhere in that vicinity.

nourish my essence

with all your sense,

I embrace all tricks

I am MATHEMATICS

~~~URGE TO LIVE~~~

I opened my eyes for the first time. I saw the one who would be with me forever. She was my mother. She was the only one who was there for me to be with. She told me of her childhood where she played with her friends. For me in was a fantasy dream, as I found no one of my kind around. I always wondered why I found no one to play, jump around, run and have fun with them. I lived in a place which was once upon a time a happy world. A world of greenery, birds twittering around with their melodious voice, the muddy aroma woke up the little buds of April. But now I don’t see it anywhere, all I here is a unusual sound, a sound which I never cared for, but as my mother told, it was a sound of death, a sound that took away your skin and bones.Once my mother went in search of my father as he had not returned home since 5 days. I waited for her return. I waited and I waited but she never returned, all I heard was the same sound. This time the sound troubled me. It was the sound of cry in my head. Now I realize, it was a sound of death, a sound of bullet, a sound of the presence of a hunter. I want to live; I want to see the world my mother saw, a happy world.

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