When you were learning <br />how to kill, <br />somebody was beheading my faith. <br /> <br />There was lint in my eyes <br />and the lathyrism <br />of numbers. <br /> <br />In raw emotions <br />you took away everything from me <br />I was left with an entire whole. <br /> <br />Still I will owe you <br />a minus zero when fight for numbers <br />will break out. <br /> <br />Who are those people, <br />that were sharing the divide? <br />How much will remain when you divide death?<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/integers/
