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 keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious 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 hark! 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.
-- An interesting love poem from the movie "Harold & Kumar escape from Guantanamo Bay". Movie is crap by the way.
4 comments:
What a poem !!
Important view point is that I also feel in a same way that - I am that "3".So you are alone, you are just above me. Nobody is alone in this world, and at the same time, everyone is alone.In different phases of life you feel differently.
Yeah. That's what I liked about the poem, expressed loneliness in a really different way. May I know what name lies behind "LifeSmiles:)"??
I am your friend :)
Hw r u?
still under square root of 3 or u got another square root because of which may be you re out of square root :)
gud poem:)very different ..
nd hey don hve mams contact no r address :(
nd hvnt got ny mail .....
nyway hwv r u?
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