The Ceiling Fan Poem by lalitha iyer

the sound of the wings
of the fan above
the motion of its swing
and the circling things
images of past and future
it creates by its nature
a room of loneliness
is vibrated by its humbleness
it talks to your inner self
things got cut off
when you swtich off
the air goes round and round
and your thoughts wheel you around
decision spill around
from the whirling three legged mount
a roaming wanderer
lifless, yet breathes life into
the dull room with volumes of wind..................