Complex Roots
I am imaginary, I am complex,
I do not exist, Yet I am still here,
No one can see me, some know where to find me,
But no one has really realised me,
My existence requires another plane,
Argand land be it called,
I am lost in the real world, non-existent,
Unseen and alone.
No one searches for me, no one needs me,
I am a pain to find, and I have no real use,
What then is the purpose of mine existence?
Though be it non real but complex,
Ignore me for I am worthless,
For those whose existence is defined in the real world.
by Vishnu Kurup.
















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