She can calculate the end point of a reaction
But this equation called love,
She failed to balance
She can calculate the square root of pi
But how many her troubles were
She failed to enumerate
She can calculate how brightly a bulb shines
But the how dark sorrow feels like
She failed to compute
She can calculate the depth of a cylinder,
But how deep her regrets were,
She failed to determine
She can calculate how fast a car's tyres go,
But how quick she spiraled into madness
She failed to establish
She may be a mathematician, a chemist, a physician
But above all that
She is just human
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Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry is art that's felt, not seen. It's a means of painting pictures and emotions through words. This is a collection of the poems I write occasionally. I hope you enjoy.
