The Three lines a triangle,
Four lines join to a quadrangle,
They taught me at the school,
The basic so called the maths!
In the divisions ahead,
I learned to appropriate by self,
The life’s geometric disciplines,
Both the angle of acute and obtuse.
In the broadened horizon,
I take double the breath,
With the solids, its mensuration,
Easier said than done before!
Some are the critical spheres,
There are sharp cones,
And some fluttering rhombus,
Round circles big and small.
I must go back at this point,
With the geometric tools,
To learn the basics once more,
For the better solid forms!!!
