You are like a book of philosophy
where meanings breathe
in the briefness of sutras.
You are like a mathematical truth
that yields itself
only after it is believed.
You are a kind of rocket science—
to understand you
the mind must burn its fuel,
thought by thought.
You are that fraction
whose value, beyond the decimal,
keeps unfolding,
stretching toward forever.
Forever…
Yes, you are like infinity itself—
immeasurable,
irrational,
and endlessly real.
Author: Pankaj Bindas
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