I In Imagination Of A Happy Nation Poem by Lovita Morang

I in imagination of a happy nation

Earth made its thousand spin,
Round the sun, round, round, round
Everything looks like a circle, when its round, round only round around
Cycling into its climate, primates met and mate
Then, calculated all the arcs, infinite indeed
The acres and acres and acres of arcs etched into circle
Happiness played merry-go-round
Again, round, round and round
Into geometric figures, I calculate my matrix man
Man made of infinity, invisible
Is that man A woman earn,
Yearn an academy award or a mathematics
Yet, we need to learn,
do really we need to learn arthashastra
O aryabhatta O Lilavati
What a discovery Kautilya
an ancient Indian treatise,
Is statecraft, economic policy and military strategy,
All arcs in the circle too, circling around my living, in my i in identity.

What words are written in Sanskrit, yet I need to decipher,
Will time teach me and allow to understand
And, count how many countries man has made
How many time and days it will take to reach, and maketh happiness rich, the richest
O world of economy, collapsed
People struggling to survive,in time's lapse, relapsed
How far you live, how farthest?
In island of islands, in mechanisms of mystery
O Wuthering lights, in its mischievious story
My might has turned into songs of cuckoo clock, rock of Gibraltar
Come thou into my courtyard as avatar
Its all a mathematics in my imagination poetic.

Now, yes, in parallel we go to find happiness in infinity
Imageries, oh images become maps of countries,
Topsy turvy polity, define mankind, kindly explain
Multicultural song, my friend by the river nile call Boko
Hey, they say it's smelling fish, feed them tasty fish dish, my mates,
Is my country to racing
My family too has a history
Mathematics becomes the days and dates,
Everything every time, time run then ran then again run.
Restless, now what important to me is this hunger for food
Ministry of food, fodder, fraternity....yet at most important is
My utmost family, I survive here, my parallel stops it's run here
And, this time becomes infinity, translated into my infinite joy.
Just morphing and modelling the dynamics of clay body,
Into this eco-system of complexities of simplicities.
And, I call it mathematics of success environment
That my ancestors like great mathematician calculated
The stones in the rivers, rocks on mountains
Trees in the forest, leaves on trees,
They calculated how many times, the sun came and gone
Who knew, earth rotates....
who knew I will be born for you, just to hone
Did I count my rigour and a continuous thoughts that hammer my mind,
Like 460 meters per second
Did I moan
Like, the earth that rotates
every 23 hours,56 minutes and 4.09053 second.

Who did that mathmagic do?
It's, not mere mathematics shaping geometry,
Hyphen in thecumulative frequency,
Inbetween blowing winds in wavelength
Just an accumulated love to hubble-bubble the humble hopes,
If infinity is you and me,
Legacy of time's longing,
Why will not parallels
Why will not poetry, meet in intimacy
Parallels do meet in infinity
If infinity is you and me in infinity
When parallels meet in infinity
It's these meetings in points of time thats ticks on,
It's not a mere I in the imagination of a nation.

- Lovita

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