The Square Root of Three
2008
Did you ever think that even Mathematics can generate some romance out of itself. That’s what I found when I saw the movie “Harold & Kumar in Guantanamo Bay”. The movie is okay. But this piece of poetry just sent me into wonderland. It is something composed so calmly, with such thoughtfulness, with expressing your desire in the language only a mathematician can understand. Even for a normal girl who is miles away from the land of “iota” and “partial fractions”, this just brings the smile on her face and she just starts feeling it even if she doesn’t understand it.
Okay, I won’t blabber anymore but will float in the sea of square roots.
I fear 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
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