Tac Poem by Drkgbalakrishnan Kandangath

8
THE ABACUS
Will it help me to count?
The stars, the tear drops
And the sunrays
Or the moments pass by,
No doubt
I am in dilemma, I can’t!
What to do, the abacus, null an’ vain;
Me to continue the trial;
My eternal fine.

The Arithmetic Cycle marvelous
Unending, moment-string,
This that merges into This,
The algebraic Algorithm,
The Geometry, Trigonometry
And Calculus; Quantum Mechanics
Thermodynamics and all!
What a plight! Great Plethora!

Abacus, my pal, my consolation
You are!
For this LKG- kid I am!

22-9-2011
Note-
Moment-string= Time
Algorithm=the process or set of
rules used for calculation etc,
esp. with a computer.
Plethora=over-abundance, fullness.