There was once a family of shapes, in the world of Geometry
Their society followed a Mathematical construct.
A triangle was born to the shapes.
"They" wanted to teach him
and so they said-
"A triangle has 3 sides."
"Your angles' sum is 180°."
"You should be the perfect equilateral like your father."
Somehow he could find nothing in common,
with his father ,the isosceles or even the scalene.
Deep in his heart, the triangle felt like a square.
"She" felt at home in their classification and their properties.
Oh how she wanted not three but four equal sides,
an angle summation of 360°.
NO SHAPE UNDERSTOOD HER.
The square tried and lived like a triangle.
Unable to get rid of the pretentious configuration
The triangle went to his father and said
"Father these Mathematical rules,
obstruct and force me to hide my fourth side and 180°.
I AM A SQUARE."
The father looked at the triangle incredulously and it dawned on him,
how he couldn't see past the lines and angles of this Geometric culture.
Now he saw a square and hugged her.
He told her to "BE THE SHAPE INSCRIBED WITHIN"
The triangle became a square,
Very few shapes accepted her,
but she would get through this world of reason, precision and hence proved.
It didn't matter.
"As long as she was in congruence with the shape inscribed within."