Irrational Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose

In this irrational world, I just exist as a middle man
A broker, with some skills in resolving the
irrational expectations of my customers;
An asymptomatic curve,
a curve that doth never converge
Maths that I love, since childhood
Irrational that Geniuses have recognized,
From Gauss to Srinivas Ramanujam,
A tread for an intuit to be beloven,
Irrational! Sentiments of a glory,
a Poet's fragmented story
Now you listen!
O You will listen for ever, an
angst for an Irrational!
Love for an Irrational!
A glory of my Sun's rays,
a love for my Moon's beams;
Irrational in Thy embodiment.

copyright: shamik bose 2009