Pisa's draftsman born
in Egypt planned Pyramids
~~will be inverted
I belong to an abscondered valley...
Where people are squandered by the armed moochers...
The whimsical parasites are more bigoted than a malingerer...
A false dogma- to Shanghai , to deadlock and then to murder; is what they feel their pride on...
To witness massacres, mopes and moodiness is all what they yearn to flourish for...
The lewd creatures feel they are husky enough to eradicate anyone coming their dirty way...
To kill the husbands and maim the children; is what they feel is their timepass fun...
They ridicule the senile ones too,...
They are fiendish draftsman and a plague for the entire kind...
The time coming will surely make them pallid and relentless would the time be...
The devout would rise and finish the remaining flithe...
For I believe my home will be free as it once stood...
Bounded by mountains, the children will be busy playing hopscotch and hide and seek...
The lovers would be enjoying the early spring in the meadows so high and bright...
The Chinar leaves will bid a rustling goodbye...
The place called paradise would be synonymous withy valley...
For the fact ,..., it is actual heaven; if it exists on earth...
A draftsman called Tom bought a ruler
He gave it to colleague Talulah
Astounded to find
She paid him in kind
And what he needs now is a jeweller
I bow to Renaissance persona Leonardo Da Vinci
Non- parallel fantastic
Illustrious Marvellous
Master of Robotics
The Great Scientist, Architect
Brilliant Intellectual.
Painter, sculptor
Designer, Helicopter-Inventor
Military Engineer, Draftsman.
Meteorologist, Zoologist , Botanist.
Peerless performance
sparkling, shinning in every discipline
charming and alluring me.
My veneration, reverence
flowing in opulence
with overlapping emotive urges
on deep admiration and adoration.
To conclude:
In Obituary to include:
All qualities in single personality
owning God gifted talent and handsome look.
I bow to The Great Polymath
To Honor My Hero
Contest by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Not a mathematician
Numbers not my game
But this beautiful equation
Still adds up just the same
I do know what pi is
Took all the algebra course’s
Don’t know why I needed it
It is not my main resource
I know all the templates
And the hypotenuse
I know all the angles
I’ve studied hard about you
I can do the numbers
My math is very good
You and me we do add up
Just like I thought we would
No degrees off center
No compass or T square
A draftsman is not needed
We’re already there
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