Marvels of Poetry

❤ My Dearest

Dearest Math,

I wonder kitne virtues kiye hoge na tum,
Ki bante rehte ho sabke doom.
Tumhare books se hai full meri room,
You are the reason I get beaten with a broom.

Wah, kya tareef karun tumhara,
Ki first rank tere wajah se meine 1 mark se hara.
Kitne saalon se meine tumhe practise karke nikhara,
Phir bhi you denied to help me hoke mera sahara.

Grandpa kehte hai tum se hi sirf mark aata hai,
Par mere case mein pura reverse hi hota hai.
Kehte hai physics tumse aaya hai,
Par I have pledged to discover the man jisne tumhe banaya hai.

I learnt that Pen is mighter than sword,
So, bacha hai sword cause mera toh pen se hota nahi mean and mode.
Hum dono ke rishte ko mein chodti hoon in the mercy of lord,
Cause in this year I have my boards.

Hello guys,

      After so long , here's a poem dedicated to all the students like me ... Math se nafrat nahi hai , par gussa hai yeh ... Acha hai, My maths teacher in not in watty, otherwise meri watt lag jati.. 😆😆😆

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Thank you for reading .💙

Love,
Biswa❤