Hyperbola & Parabola Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Hyperbola & Parabola

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A friend of mine wants to take his daughter to a Montessori school in Riverside,
Where the Director is my old mathematician teacher.
(A daughter of a Supreme court Judge)
She acts as she doesn't recognize me
And I heard that she entirely forgotten our mother tongue too
As she won't touch the spicy food now.
Never mind Ms.Paranola but still I remember the Trigonometry lessons you taught us enthusiastically;
Hyperbola: ' The curve produced by a cut made through a cone at an angle with the base greater than that of the side of the cone.'
Dear Ms.Paranola,
I am so sorry but I have to mention this to you that I am a Parabola now.
(A curve like that path of an object that's thrown into the air and falls back to Earth.)

*Dedication to Ms.Luisa.Moldonado

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 03 February 2010

Superb last line. Excellent word portrait of the math teacher. You are in good poetry voice in any language. Always, Sandra

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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