The Orbit Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Was wagging my tongue
gurgling out tales galore
with regularity from
a repertoire that was vast.

Revolved around and around
like a satellite wedded to its planet,
science may call it gravitation,
But I call it emotions of hues myriad.

The shrill sounds of mine
became a whimper
as time wore on and the
revolution continued unabated.

I didn't define my sounds by words
or try to mark it down
by earthly nuances,
to make them palatable.

Even when I tumbled down
I continued to revolve
in the same orbit
with a mind that is possessed.

My sounds may now be
just a whimper in infinity
but I continue the revolution
in my pre-ordained orbit.

Even when the whimper dies
and silence reigns
the orbit will still remain
And it will speak in the vacuum.