Spins with abandon,
It whirs, whirs and then slows down,
To lie quiet on its side.
mamta, after reading it two times, my mind could equate it with humans. See, from the momemt of birth onwards, we continue spinning, making various voices/noises till we btreathe our last and lie down quietly n motionless.... a nice simily with the spinning top, i would say.....
Doctrines of yester years If anyone says… still relevant Then see how it spins… And at last….
Very mesmerizing while it lasts. Something very poignant about this one.10, for the depth of your feelings. Warm wishes, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
a fascinating game we have...