I Cry Due To Mathematics Poem by Naveed Akram

Listen to my tears,
I have to live habits that force
My tears.
The torn wars create disharmony,
To turn me around in my sides,
And angles.

The best chapter creates crests
And troughs of the oceans.
A better man is only holding the worms
Of regret,
The worlds of grateful men and women.

To see each triangle we must force
The tears of others,
So mathematical we are.
This side of the square is the same,
But you are mathematical.

This is the book of irony,
Standing in front of tombs and ruins,
Tones and accents enter the sight,
Then tears intrude and form
Dutifully.