When i make a straight line fly over your head
and you never understand it, though well said,
and, rules will decay you mind and memory,
till now, we were living in the world of harmony.
seeing the picture, i too become a picture,
and, well know verses appear in my mind
other chapters, with me, are so gentle and kind.
a proper approach will lead to the success,
and, ultimetly a nice concept strikes my mind
making this chapter more natural and more kind,
just spare your time, reading it and on...
I just hate coordinate geometry.... locus, lines, parabola bla bla bla...... By the way good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i don't understand. what are you actually trying to say?