Mathematics of love

                                                                         

                                           Dreamy mathematics of love

 

While sitting on the bank of

The sole pond of your village,

When you used to pelt Small

 Pebbles one by one into the pond,

Every time taking my name

I also used to go much deeper

Alongwith those stones in the pond.

While calculating the well preserved letters

Wherein all our emotional exchanges

Just formed part of memorable

Repository of past days,

You used to say

That your words in the old letters

Still gave fragrance and seems that

Those words give fragrance of  sandalwood

Like you

Today while sitting,

 on the de facto ground of reality,

when I ponder profoundly,

your feelings and emotion,

The same automatically vanishes

Because ………………..

Those days we were not apt,

In the love of mathematics.