On Defining Her by Physics
Have always been haunted by the time.
Time- The ultimate singularity,
In their equations.
I once attempted,
A vain attempt.
I ran in search for an equation
And a constant in her name.
Precisely- a quest-
For “Kritima’s Equation” and “Kritima’s Constant”.
My brain wasted few months of time,
Career absented it’s final board examinations,
And the soul’s wasting its energy,
Till this date.
Stupidly, I even completed my works.
I immediately submitted by paper,
And even got immediately rejected.
Wow!! to me.
She – who once governed,
My entire universe
Faded away silently
Without a notice,
And those unfinished works,
Still, echoes in my drawers,
Waiting to be defined.
The philosophers were right.
” Fools have no limits”.
And the way to end a poem like this,
Is to suddenly become quiet.