In Mathematics
He is quite fantastic.
In a sense
He is a mathematical genius.
In languages
He is a gathering wind.
In a sense
He has a sharp tongue.
In intellect
He is explicit.
In a sense
He has a sharp blade.
But life he mistook,
He made an Addition mistake.
He got married
But soon divorced her.
As compensation
He lost a potential figure.
Where was his Integral Calculus?
What happened to his calculations?
Another error soon followed,
He got re-married.
The sums do not add still
Life is more or less a broken wheel.
What if you are good at Mathematics
But fail to equate life and perennial sources?
What if you are sharp and intellect
But do not feel the rhythm of heart? .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
feeling the rhythm of the heart....that's what life is all about