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#‎Day12_Knowledge‬

What do we call an eleven sided figure?
A geometry student to his teacher to figure
Hendecagon
And a twelve sided?
Dodecagon
But I hardly expect anyone to ask that of you at this stage
Since the figures go on as the numbers come of age
For now simply stick to the first ten
Any further simply use n-gon
Where n is the number of sides you seek
As the teacher scribbles ‘Hectogon/ Centagon’
To mean 100-sided polygon
As he exits the class and gone
In all his brilliance,
He never found the exact material to quench his thirst
Thirst for knowledge.
Remember his call from that soothing charming voice
The call girl from yesterday!?
Yes, Day Eleven it was…
This is him taking on his day
A strong believer in imagination
A teacher

Just what is needed to build a nation!
But what do you do when imagination takes you to places untold?
Places you cannot fathom, places only left for the old
Since age gives you the sense of wisdom
Wisdom to understand your surrounding
And discern the happenings around you
Places no one man can ably utter their locations
For no one is able to locate emotions
Emotions that make us what we are
Who we are!
So who are we?
A collection of emotions that need guidance
From the one source that keeps us at peace
So piece your emotions together
And seek peace from Him that is the Source.

©Krv_120616
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