ROUNDNESS- THE CYCLE OF EXISTENCE

Roundness of circle exists tinted,
To eyes of casual watch,
But cycle lay unseen,
Beating rather keen nerves,

Earth’s orbit rope toils,
Restoring yet an invisible round,
Cyclic as though earth, moon or revered sun,
So their remnants of reason not trodden

A ladybird once young; ripens old till cold,
Younger heap of its own, thence enthroned
A mango tumbles beneath, anchors earth,
Yet again, the mangoes tumble

A watch races to mid,
Next hour breathing fragile young,
As new soars peak, mid curls within its cradle,
Enclosed in the pod of re-existence-so frail

As dawn wanes beyond,
Dusk then to fullest nurtured,
Mature dusk now waits assured,
Until within its lap, dawn sprouts

Seasons roll round throughout,
As for the summer, winter yet bud,
But with young summer nurtured –
Old cultured winter ripens

Those mighty oceans down,
With pie on plate; fountains or snow,
But as billows rise far until-
To lesser veins from where emerged,

Roundness thus, the speech of existence,
Of dust, dots, lives, earth, or universe!