The Wheel Poem by Dilip Pattanayak

The cowherd boy runs after
a wheel for pleasure,
but a wheel is there
after everything, after everyone
with which plays He, the Creator.

Fate is the greatest wheel
that reels unseen us above;
we are bound orderly to move
in our own ways to solve
the puzzles of life, and
to love life in blood and vein.

The cosmos is another wheel
where stars and planets
are its spokes
reeling round in their orbits
as if, they are spell bound
magically to do their duties.

Wheels are more complex
in the brain of a man,
for the mere self who can
do things unnatural
than things to be done.