The numbers on the board
Did not understand a word
Number and word
Identical it appeared

Numbers dancing in my head
Already overload of baggage inside
Saw others at ease it with
Made me more nervous than it already is

Words were jumbled
I couldn't even mumble
Writing alphabets a task
B and D s Were D s and B s

Affected my learning
Crippling my understanding
Did not know i was dyslexic
Results in exams were tragic

Above average intelligence
Socially likeable amongst friends
Grasping with common sense
Had no problem hence

A rarity in occorunce
Great men overcame this detterant
I did too with perseverance
No regrets clarity in my vision and vision

conditional love
is a contract
made upon
fake roots.

Sometime, some period, some days, some months, some years,
Some eras, some centuries, some millennia-
Everything is limited to that "something".

And that is the smallest part of the eternal universe,
It is only a part of what is being described.

Invisible to the idea, there is no "anything",
Even if I leave, it does not leave me.

Life revolves around this "something",
All wanderings are limited to this "something".

Although this "something" refers only to something,
Yet the scope of this "something" is not known,
Receiving of "something" not to be known too,
Finally,  everything ends within this "something".

So far I have learnt till now...
Time to learn to be ruthless and selfish,
This world doesn't deserve your kindness anymore...