Wheel
The stories are repeating
And the wheel is turning.
I am becoming older and older.
Riding one of its spokes
And holding it fast,
I am not aware
Of which aspect it represents,
But I am trying
Not to fall.
The stories are repeating
As the wheel is turning.
It is not the Dharmachakra,
But I have to live my life.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2022
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