Mathematical Saga - Poem by micheal john
It seems so magical in its teaching saga,
amongst its wondering subjects i am but lost,
its an imposition most regret, at its calling they flee,
Its dark illustrations unknown to many.
At the saga of its calculation i am but lost,
its most unfriendly of all learning paths.
No choice but to embrace it calling,
it is the toughest of all battles we've fought so far
in the examinational arena,
Its imposition is but pine to my heart,
we've done our best the best way we can,
but seems not good enough im my sight.
Its left for them that knows
the deceptive illustration of its saga
to decide for our fate.
But to the hands of him that decides for all that are done under the sun,
i commit my work,
my fainting efforts,
give me but laughter at the end i pray.
In this imposed battle i must fight.
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