My Maths

Poem By Bichitra Anand

Any mathematics
Has an end
But unending maths
Only is the God.

Comments about My Maths

Only God's gardeners grow math as a garden.
God, the greatest puzzle, the greatest mystery- - - No one has yet solved the puzzle' Nicely done haiku.Thanks for sharing.
Yes, right observation.beautiful.

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