The Globe - Poem by Abdul Wahab
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.
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