Globe Rotates

The globe rotates like a clock where it is coated by a glass I am in the midst of globe and clock like a sun I look the world through my window, the eye, Rotating like a clock and seeing the world hidden secrets in the air, Where it reaches my ear. The globe, neither a volley ball or football its my eyeball rotating ever and living in me ever its coated by glass, my eyeglass The globe, neither a radio nor television it's wandering hidden secrets in air and reach my ear soon the secret, coated by the world , the people. U.s.Aurrobindhan