The Wheel

The cowherd boy runs after
a wheel for pleasure,
but a wheel is there
after everything , after everyone
with which plays He, the Creator.

Fate is the greatest wheel
that reels unseen us above;
we are bound orderly to move
in our own ways to solve
the puzzles of life , and
to love life in blood and vein.

The cosmos is another wheel
where stars and planets
are its spokes
reeling round in their orbits
as if, they are spell bound
magically to do their duties.

Wheels are more complex
in the brain of a man,
for the mere self who can
do things unnatural
than things to be done.
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Posted: Feb 2013

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Skymore
I like your poem - it makes me think of things more deeply and properly.
A wheel , really , is not just a weel as it is to be , it is a small partickle of the great mechanism of the Universe , our body ( a hand , a leg , an eye ... ),etc. , etc.. Any wheel is of great importance !?
Thank you for sharing !

teddybear
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dkpattanayak
i appreciate your comment very much. thanks dear skymoreteddybear
Jyonnah
The cosmos is another wheel
where stars and planets
are its spokes
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Just fantastic! What a gift you have - you paint such colorful and amazing pictures, Dillip. daydream happy place purple heart
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