The Maths is searching for its ex (x)

As if it suffers from heartbreaks

The kids have there own can of worms

Why bother them with stupid problems

Dude, You've had many cup cakes

3 solutions of cubic equation ain't mates

Narrow is probability the one still awaits

Frustrated agents give series solutions

A Noble prize for one closer with reasons

Even if found, their integration, doubt their fates

Hired lots of personal detectives

Every corner of world, help from natives

Multitudinousness of maths' affairs

Impossible it makes, scholars' nightmares

For it never takes what it gives

A prophecy made by a Nostradamus

Hated forever, let alone loves

Vector would never give directions

For there would be miscalculations

Sake of studentkind, elsewhere you focus

But Maths is still in search of X

Looking forward to lie low in love lakes

We wish too, soon it happens

For it would save the mind of millions

Why the hell someone makes an ex

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