Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


The globe


There is no ending or beginning
All the logic and reason here in me
Revolve without any meaning
Justice moves in round
No one till now able to do
A flat conclusion
They born, they die
A dumb- fused
Yet continue the run
But never raise any question
I never hear and agree or heed
But I continue to move of my own.

I am not like any one
I am totally like me
I spin and I move
Things along with me
Happily become round.
No end, no beginning
Here in me all the logic and reason
Revolve with out any meaning.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/10/2013 8:06:00 AM)

    A globe is round, round shape never ends or begins it is up to the individual from where he should starts/logic, woven with the logic/ nice brother Wahab its my request give some place for others too deserve voting (Report) Reply

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