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Happy World Math day

 




Happy World math day!

Srinivasa Ramanujan is a famous mathamatician who's birthday is today. He was born in Erode, Tamil Nadu. Let's all celebrate his birthday by doing some nice maths!!

Happy World math day!

Let's all play math games 

Make math fun!

Nothing's more fun!

My favourite subject math,

Is the only path 

Without maths,

Nothing's gonna happen so fast!

Let's say happy birthday,

To the math leader,

Let's all see,

Who are the math speedsters!!

I see math in you,

And I see math in me,

Math is the only thing,

In all we can see!

The size of you is math,

Number of letters are math,

Math up 

And 

Math down,

Math is all over the town!

The time is also math,

Every word contains math,

Math is very easy to spot,

Math is always caught!

If you know math,

That's enough

Math is always never tough!

I love maths,

It is like my guru 

Math is my god,

And when I do maths I never say, boo hoo!

Let's all have fun doing maths 

Math is our only path!



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  1. T.SrinivasanDecember 22, 2020 at 3:24 PM

    Let us get the blessings from mathematician Shri Srinivasa Ramanujan on his birthday.Shriyandhaa I enjoyed your poem on math and pray and wish you that you too become a mathematician.

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  2. T.SrinivasanDecember 22, 2020 at 4:50 PM

    Your poem on maths is good. No magic involved in maths. Makes Love as addition subtract anger or hatred from other, you get a sum as Happiness which can be multiplied by sharing among others and the whole world will be full of Happiness and joy. Happiness is to be multiplied. Ver good.

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