67 Poem by Mubeen Sadhika

Holmium, a lanthanide has 67 protons. Magnetic in character. Ho. Oh! Attracts many. Still rare. Wholesome allurements possible. The spin of nucleus and electrons alike. The movement is yet to be determined. The process is perhaps in a static form. The quantum measured and defined. The path was laid to travel. All dimensions focused on the same side. Dating process finalised. The memory beyond the mind space has to be dated and remembered. It was counted in numbers.

LXVII. Roman. Nero's fall. Probably power was overblown. It got retrieved to blank. The circle continued. And the additions lasted forever. One more authority. Cleopatra the Vth was born in another 67. Expanded the supremacy. Of course to descend unceremoniously and to become a non-entity. The figure was placed in the record. Belief should be unquestionable. Faith should not be queried. St.Peter crucified. Devotion martyred. The value of the numeral personified.

Time transformed into worth. Space occupied by honour, image, type, temper. The digit is odd. It was totally an irregular prime. Might be a lucky one. (18! +1) /67. The action was eventually to calculate, to get a tally and a quotient. The algebraic, algorithmic, trigonometric, logarithmic, arithmetic, statistic all mathematical solutions yield a certain value. Could be the living years.42,43,44...Add on till now. Countdown to death. Solar eclipses, quakes, calamity surged to the Doomsday.

Gravity was in self. Zero-gravity was in space. The temporal line connects and disconnects. While computing the obscure moments may not produce the result. Integers will not give a complete truth. There could be unambiguous accuracy. Going towards the place where nothingness exists. In oblivion, no decimal could solve. Infinitesimally small particle bearing the inception. The prophecy in parallel notation.