Samithree Rajapaksha


Maths in Life


Life is a game have to run by the brain
Elapse it little by little with a spiritual soul
Differentiate by the subject of while
May define the way to the destiny

Sometimes like a complex number
Get rolled up like a creeper
Have to unrevealed it
By observing its square root

There is an uncertainty in our lives
Won't be able to strain with strives
A tree diagram will find the way
To live a life with a little change

We all are just ruinous human beings
One day will vanish from the earth
Integration of the subject of while
Will caused the reborn of our lives

Submitted: Tuesday, September 25, 2012

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