Once there was a location considered by geometry
A point that has no size, no width, no length and no depth
And it was shown by a dot
That used to name shapes and angles perhaps
Line is a straight and can't be bend
A points infinitely in two directions to extend
It has no thickness nor width
But it has one dimension and length to be with
Our world has three dimensions
While plane has two dimensions
Our world might end quite soon
Unlike plane that forever goes on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem