Poems by Krishna Meghana Gandaboyina

Maths

a poem by Krishna Meghana Gandaboyina

What to say about maths,
Except they are the disaster paths.
The numbers,
Always made us dumbers.
And what to tell about squareroot,
It made us fall on its foot.
Solving the equations,
Is like increasing frustration.
Finding a solution,
Is as difficult as preparing the constitution.
When we were asked to find a triangle,
We always ended up with a rectangular.
When we were asked about probability,
We showed our disability.
The statistics,
Always confused us with tricks.
And coming to geometry,
It was far better than trignometry
And in real, zeroes
Yet considered as real heroes.