No Wrong Hypotheses

a poem by Jayati

The Cipher Cosine One of Us
Who’s your grandfather?
Hahaha!
And the grandchildren yet to come
Smile and laughter, began begun.
To begin; Hahaha!
How does it sound?
Tra la la la!
We live as we live and as a part of nature
live only today, in adjustment
crossing bridges
as and when they come.
Future we can assume
but it’s exactly like the very past
we think, we’ve seen,
Illusion gone, Illusion to come
Bit of mathematical calculation.
Remember
The great grandfather’s name or beyond him;
No one can. You, I and quite a few I know, couldn’t.