Homework Poem by Quaid - Uz- Zaman

Just before doing this, let us do some mathematics,
As without having problems,
There is no use for philosophy.
Let us sit face to face, talk, or
Walk hand in hand
Before getting into that alluvial soil that touches the
Sea, bounded by the blue sky,
And enter the garden
From which we were expelled.
These pearly dew drops, blood stains,
Thousands of cravings and thirsts,
All come to the same level of
Equations or
To the point of zero—
A figure, cyclic or linear, with no ends.
Then, let us do some math—

Known
Or
Unknown.