Love Story of Root Three

Though the poem is not completely his original composition but still he is posting it because unlike Pheobe Buffay, whenever he walks, he doesn’t hear his converse saying “Not Mine, Not Mine”. The beast claims that the first two stanzas are “Not mine, not not mine” but the last one is “Certainly mine, yes it’s mine”. So, here we go::

 

I fear that I will always be,

A lonely number like root three,

A three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three remain out of sight?

Beneath a viscous square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine,

For nine could thwart this evil trick,

With just some quick arithmetic,

I know I’ll never see the sun,

As 1.7321,

Such is my reality,

A sad irrationality.

 

When dark, wait what is this I see,

Another square root of a three,

Has quietly come waltzing by,

Together now we multiply,

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer,

We break free from our mortal bonds,

And with a wave of magic wands,

Our square root signs become unglued,

And love for me has been renewed.

 

Yesterday, I woke up with a nightmare,

Where,

The other square root of the three,

Found someone big and better like the three root three,

It seems she got something changed,

I lost someone special, while it was he who gained,

Like a traveler, he passed by,

And soon I see them multiply,

And form the magic number nine,

As she thought it would be great and just fine,

But she don’t know, he’s big and will dominate,

With me, people would have always equate,

She’ll soon be the number I always wanted to be,

Alas! I’ll be left lamenting and lonely, like the square root of three.

 

P.S. :: Don’t waste time wondering who the other square root of three is and who is that three root three.

 

Quote of the Day:: You may have got better looks, better style and better attitude, but at the end of the day you are only, 5 feet 4 inch. Though it’s useless, but when it comes to doing things, “Size does matter”.