Numbers are for counting,Not for crowning,
Numbers are for Maths,
Not for tax,
Numbers are for identity,
Not for entity,
Certain numbers beckon the flock
But eight sucks,
As many dread its pluck,
Because it brings bad luck,
Oh! it is a mere superstitious buck.
Number Eight is propitious to Chinese,
As it is in their Cantonese,
A gorgeous appease,
Signifying prosperity and peace,
Carrying with it wisdom and release.
What does eight propound?
It is but another sound,
That is dressed up as a hound,
Extricating a deliberate impound,
That of a curious found.
Imagine the order without eight,
It makes an odd bite,
Leaving a void right,
Interpreting an imbalance straight,
Voicing a bill incorrect.
Oh! It is up to all of us
To consider Eight as an octopus,
And accept it as a plus,
That evolves a gleeful buzz,
Reaping a meritorious crush
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Meenas Poems 