The Difference - Poem by zubiya surti
Oh how to say...
how do I describe?
That am not here,
but there deep inside.
Where numbers cannot reach,
where logic cannot preach,
where my poetry can breathe,
There do I live.
There is a confusion
wherever there's a proportion
Knowledge is limited,
but poetry is an ocean.
In this mathematical life
where calculations count stead,
poems are often overlooked
and isn't that a dread?
Where addition, subtraction, multiplication, division
can be created by a mathematician
but a poet is not who creates a poem
but whose's chosen to be its creation
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