Primes

Srini

Primes are divisible only by themselves.

They don’t like to socialise

To produce a few composites

Pure they remain

Like a pope in a rain

 

You are the only one

Who can conjugate with a prime

The result, I’m afraid, is one and the same.

 

Eratosthenes once threw a prime on a sieve

It bounced back and created a scene

He concluded that it was pristine

 

You can, of course, add two primes

Surprisingly, it produces not a prime

But every other number on a dime

So, let’s just say

they are not worth your time

  • Author: Srini (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2023 05:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is my first attempt at poetry. Mathematics, in my opinion, has more aesthetic than all the art in this world put to gather. This poem came into being when i was struggling with a particularly complicated maths problem. The problem remains un solved but the poem is finished.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 4
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  • 2781

    It must have been one hell of a rain storm.



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