Ramanujan

Ramanujan

A Poem by Soren

Self taught from a book 
Six thousand formulas and theorems, no proofs to look
Namagiri Thayar, magical formulas placed on his tongue out of dreams hazy
In a letter to Hardy he said "you will think me crazy
but if you add each number from one to infinity 
you get minus one over twelve" whispers of divinity
Laying on his death bed 
He corrected Hardy that said 
My cab number 1729 was boring
"No not boring but a number full of information storing
It's the smallest number expressible as the sum of two cubes in two different ways"
Calculated in seconds on his death bed at his end of days

© 2026 Soren


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Great truths. Nice to know you have touched math scientists stories.

Jessy Jacob ❤️

Posted 2 Days Ago


Soren

2 Days Ago

Thanks so much Jessy for the read and comment it is as always most appreciated
JessyJacob

1 Day Ago

Thank you, i am losing the intent to read poems here, where people are focring writers to write nude.. read more
Soren

16 Hours Ago

Rage against the pressure

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