Circular Life - Poem by Abdul Wahab
From Sunday night to Monday morning
From Monday morning to Sunday night
A complete circle, eating, walking and sleeping
Too much boring I find
And I wonder how a family man
Ride on it like a merry go round
I do not know what I want and in what shape
But I definitely want a break
Round or triangular
Whatever the shape is!
But I hate to love
To give a gap or take a break
In reading and writing poetry.
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