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Poem: Arithmetic Of My Morning
In the arithmetic of my morning,
Where dawn breaks with precision,
Each moment counts, each step planned,
Yet unforeseen variables arise.
As evening falls, algebra reigns,
X's and Y's dance in twilight's embrace,
Solving for the unknowns of the day,
But equations remain incomplete.
My life, a canvas of lines,
Each one a story, a journey, a trial,
Morning rays yield both joy and sorrow,
Yet tears only subtract from love's equation.
In this arithmetic of existence,
Question marks outnumber periods,
No full stop in sight, just ellipses,
As life's brackets enclose birth and death.
Within these parentheses, life resides,
Patience flows like a river held back,
Yet in the opening of these brackets,
Lies the release, the flood of endurance.
Ankit Pandey
PGT English
SJS Public School
Gauriganj Amethi
uttar pradesh
227409
© @Ankit
Where dawn breaks with precision,
Each moment counts, each step planned,
Yet unforeseen variables arise.
As evening falls, algebra reigns,
X's and Y's dance in twilight's embrace,
Solving for the unknowns of the day,
But equations remain incomplete.
My life, a canvas of lines,
Each one a story, a journey, a trial,
Morning rays yield both joy and sorrow,
Yet tears only subtract from love's equation.
In this arithmetic of existence,
Question marks outnumber periods,
No full stop in sight, just ellipses,
As life's brackets enclose birth and death.
Within these parentheses, life resides,
Patience flows like a river held back,
Yet in the opening of these brackets,
Lies the release, the flood of endurance.
Ankit Pandey
PGT English
SJS Public School
Gauriganj Amethi
uttar pradesh
227409
© @Ankit
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