Poem 134 : The Turning Wheels

 The Turning Wheels
                                    - T ABRAHAM

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The rotating rotations,

The revolving revolutions,

The earth in it's moving sphere,

The sounds that I cannot hear,

The fast motions of life,

The fast chopping knife,

From the day one,

Till this very day,

Many changes ranging,

From up above it's hanging,

Bouncing back and forth,

The unstoppable growth,

Growth in physicality,

The beauty and the eyes,

The new personality,

The wheels turned,

The rolling of the dice,

The progression and regression,

The realisation of unattainable,

No concrete things available,

Nothing is forever,

The wheels keep moving,

Everything and everyone in motion,

In this vast life on an ocean.