Lonely Root Three

Its amazing how you end up finding pieces of brilliance in the most unexpected places. Recently I had gone to see Harold and Kumar - Part 2. Expectedly it was a pure slapstick comedy (a genre which is most overdone and extremely painful to endure) but quite bearable as compared to its other contemporaries (Will Farrell, Adam Sandler fares). Anyways I never had a lot of hopes from this movie. But in the climax an innovative piece of poetry made it all worth the time I spent watching the rest of it. Here it is for all those who have not seen the movie, enjoy...

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed