An assignment for computers and all advanced technological devices

And you think you calculate . . .

Calculate this please:

Through which wave, and in how many nanoseconds

And how many liters of blood flush from a woman’s heart

To her cheeks,

Creating a nuclear eruption

That is called “ blushing” accidentally?

And what kinds of cosmic currents

Flow through her atmospheric eyes

When they clash suddenly with foreign eyes of his?

And if this peculiarly mutual radiation

Is good or bad for them?

Calculate this please:

How many watts are there in baby’s purest look,

In hero’s valor,

And in farmer’s hands?

And whether mine is within range or not?

Perhaps less? Or more?

Calculate this too:

How many of us looked for someone true,

Looked for someone with passion,

Looked at someone with ease?

Also note, where does one find the souls

Who are capable of giving . . . giving it all?

Calculate also:

The quantities of children

Who could have changed the world,

Could have been somebody,

Been great leaders, making history.

We don’t quite know yet

Why only a human, and no other creature

Laughs, or smiles, or grins?

Show us the colors, frequencies,

And why not—the differences too

Between a simple grin and a giggle.

Calculate please.

With the electromagnetic pulse that you’ve got

And radiating cyclopean pupil

Analyze the yearning that one feels at times.

Also compose the invisible smoke

That dies out from longing too long

Do tell—where does it vanish?

Calculate please

The year when nations wounded and hurt

Will come to heal their impaired, their poor.

How many decades, centuries, and more

Most of them lived lives,

Not believing anymore to merciless gods.

Still waiting . . .

Still waiting . . .

You! You gods of modern times

Calculate this!

Calculate please

The number of those wishes

Made at each birthday, each glance at full moon.

Why is it called a wish, or a dream?

These are just titles—

They never come true.

Give the exact number of all those doubts made

That seldom made us stronger

And often made us weak.

Show the line of disappointments,

Having the form of lightning.

Also show the line of frustrations

That runs parallel to the line of life—

They seem to not cross.

Calculate please

The massive number of all those wasted times,

In traffic, in daydreams, and in pointless lines,

And reading all the papers each morning

Where the single eye of a cannon reflects in our eyes,

And where submarines drown our aspirations at once.

After all this, calculate please

How far can one dig into the earth’s core?

For it’s not enough . . .

Can’t you tell me please

What kinds of weapons can unable births,

Can unable lives,

Can unable love?

If you can answer,

There will be no need for you to tell me

The volume of disbelief in life.

Be kind enough please to calculate this:

Once in how many years

Will a prodigy be born

Who will make kings and queens

Feel they are bare-skinned?

And knowing this, add to that please—

Will they recognize their nakedness,

Or will they continue to rule disrobed

In a blind world, in a deaf world?

And if this has anything to do with it at all,

Tell me please—

Will the number of beethovenians decrease,

Or will the number of deaf simply increase?

Tell me one last thing:

What kind of a machine

Can keep a human sane,

And reverse the inhumane to humane again?