“I am walking at a speed of 6 kilometres an hour.
You start after ten minutes and walk
At a speed of 8 km, How long will it take
For you to overtake me?” Those sums
Were your favourites. Along with the tank
That rarely got filled and sometimes
Overflowed. How I hated that morning ritual
Waiting for you to give me sums.
Maths was everything, you said.
I dared not argue, quietly adding numbers
Till I gave it up. I tried to pass on
The love for numbers but failed
Not everything in life adds up
Not every x has a solution, sometimes integers
Too need be expressed in decimals.
I still tried. To live life by your rules
To play the game in hexagonal bubbles
To live within concentric circles,
But nothing adds up. If there is one thing
I have learnt, it’s that there are no whole numbers
In Life. Like that tank that never gets filled,
There is a tap to bleed it dry. And how much?
How much further must I walk?
Till I finally catch up with you?