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YUSUF PARVEZ Dec 2017
I don't remember when did I saw you first, or
When did we get along?
I just remember details about you...
which are going to embarrass you,
In front of your future kids.
Still, we got to hit a long road ahead.



Cannnot wonder how would you be in uptime,
Just we grace the beauty of you amidst us.
But to be truthful.
You are one winee, full of desperations.
Left your old nest and thoughts of fantasy dreams.
But, knowing, true dreams  required too,
Luck and skills.



We share everything including the above 'Riemann'
Spent a whole year, yet the bond to be more close.
Don't think too much just relax.

You are a one wise fellow I trust the most,
Just wanna ask how do you ace the exams.


May God Bless you and your life.
And soon...
You will see a beautiful wife
Above verse describes my good time with my bae
Well since we dont have enough math knowledgeto fully solve it we need one of the futuristic mathematical stuff using logic and intuition like they did back in prehistory to discover current maths. I believe the whole mathematical system works by following the golden ratio meaning everything will end how golden ratio ends. Which means RH could possibly end at complete 0 or ½. Why? Bcs it would fit to the golden ratio and also golden ratio is everywhere. Also as t takes up space it will have to end at some point and the largest 0 we could get is 0

Well math and philosophy need ro be together in order to discover new mathematical approaches and to advance maths. I know it wouldn't be approved but it can be used for more futuristic mathematical stuff making math knowledge expand with this idea
Just sharing my idea, not a poem. Recommend websites where i can share my theory
A S May 2020
Heartless yet merciful tis’,
A cracked one in my torn pocket to please;
Into number of pieces it keeps multiplying me,
Even in darkness with latent eyes it could still see.


Initially unscarred and unscathed my wrinkled reflection with an MRP,
Dusty ages have gathered now to wipe using tissue papers of poetry;
I’ve a rendezvous with myself in wee moments of us without any battery for free,
In rear view,
Oft window panes,
Rarely wash basin of restaurants and seldom empty glasses sketch me incomplete.


We have smiled together to burst into mockery,
Even like naïve cries for latter moist kohl teardrops murky;
A chaotic satire agonizes as it’s infidel loyalty betrays not the reality,
Although a cracked one yet it scans faces without any partiality.
Do you know that Riemann Hypothesis
still remains unsolved?
We are moving like a pendulum
between our families, jobs
and deep wishes to create.
Sharing hours and fleeting days
of our lives.

Curiosity about the next move, wit,
and silence when support is not enough.
Everyday rituals,
healer and side effects…
How good it is to say, “I’m still here!”
Keeping a morning cup of bitter coffee
with a strong will thanks to a lucky twist of fate.

— The End —