Whenever I see a dangerous demon I feel scared. I cry as if onion Is being peeled or cut in union. Same feeling in the examination Of Maths I feel as issue in nation. The very word takes me to the station From where no train goes to destination. Finger of Maths – a giant accusation Whopping, gigantic, big adulation. Maths – My God! A most dreadful lion; I am afraid of it and its companion. Let it be Savani or Goenka or Ryan Or let be Divine or DPS, Maths demon Will never spare us in relaxation. The only way I feel is Meditation Which’ll save thee from assassination. So mediate well and study notion Without having any denomination. To save me from austere acidification I wrote Monorhyme for affirmation. I assume my readers’s ready opinion Will not differ with my solution.