Wheel
Wheel on turn.
Paradise aligns in motion.
And I —
Gone,
Bound to the wheel.
The moon shines—
Blood of rising fame
Draws arcs in the realm.
In the tide, love falls.
Beneath the dead body,
Is it thirsting me?
My soul’s logs—tagged,
On the wheel.
Man is beast in triumph.
Oh Almighty,
You see—
Yet only wink.
Because—
The wheel turns.
পড়ুন কবিতা: Eternal Me
