The Physicists, Have always been haunted by the time. Time- The ultimate singularity, In their equations. Years back, 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. Back then, 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.