Circle Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Like a concentric circle
I wish to be encircled
by million circles
I want to be inside
and want to be the
last circle that circles on.
Then I can feel at ease
Feel away from the
sound and fury of
the outside and
be cocooned in my
zone of comfort
Like an embryo I can
then lie alive but aloof.
And draw sustenance
from the million circles
encircling me.
I am in a womb
with million layers around me.
I wish to be the last tip
of a concentric circle
that goes on and on.
I feel finite still infinite.
Mortal yet immortal
I am a circle myself
with no beginning or end
I am minuscule yet endless.
I am a concentric circle
And I am in touch with my core yet not out of touch
with the world.