Wheeling

So the Earth is wheeling on
As wheeling the sun and moon

And wheeling the Time on ages and aeons
As wheeling the life on births and deaths

And wheeling on are hope and despair
As peace and woe chasing one another

And good and bad luck are two wheels
creatures all in destiny's colours

And creatures all wheel around what
An unknown power-point, the Pivot

And we the comparted wheeling specials
On quarrels are we to spin our visuals

And we the comparted human specials
Aren't we to wheel on our sixth sense

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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