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
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