Square roots,
had troubled me since childhood
Until I learned how
to derive the square root of
a poem.

You place the poem
firmly between the planes of
logic and imagination
running parallel - each to the other
and grasp each multiple of thought
that  you catch swimming in your heart

and then simplify
one by one - the shreds of words
off the poet's diary

and you must repeat
until you discover
the ultimate joy
manifest as non-divisibility
of a zero.

What remains in your basket
is the square root of the poem
Hear, as it speaks to you,
tugging at the flesh enclosed
within your chest,
listen as it conveys
the myriad of emotions-
hesitations, ecstasy, impulse, shame and rage.
Each alteration hidden beneath
neat metres, rhyme schemes and free verses

Born of an unseen, unknown
infinite mutlitude of thoughts.