What have I done all these years,
by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Counting the numbers down and up,
The number of push up at every thrust,
Radium laced hands showed me the dots.
I must know the numbers to communicate,
Shuffle it with my miniscule brain to dart,
What is punctured is not my concerned interest,
The numbers I nourish with my sweat always sweet.
Numbers have made me humbler many times,
Numbers have made me richer once and for all,
Numbers have made me matured with passing of hints,
Numbers have made me smarter with the violent handshake.
Numbers can identify me easily rolling the pin,
Numbers can satisfy me instantly holding the present,
Numbers are real and can feed every mouth with pain,
Numbers not known to someone never to gain.