When we first met, back in those good old days,
We were as though in an isosceles triangle,
Two equal sides, with equal height,
Standing on the same base.
As days passed, we gradually became a scalene
Right angled triangle, where sometimes I was
The perpendicular, sometimes the base and
Sometimes the hypotenuse.
And now I've discovered that we are again
Equals, but no more within a triangle,
But as vertically opposite angles
Formed by two intersecting straight lines.
Dhaka
08 August 2014
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Thank you, @Seema Chowdhury, for your reading and appreciating the poem. I am much inspired by your short comment.
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