The wheels turn
As fate deals out our share
Leaving us in its spin
With the rest of world’s din
Made in logistics of individual thinking
Collateral bonding and adequate thrust
To act as a huckster in a carnival ride
Of free will with adequate pride
Turning perhaps wheels
Motive and time assuming roles
Of game host with flourish
We perhaps misguided cherish
Player linked by chains of events
Hedges bet with a greater force
Here where anything goes
And every thing counts on your toes!
With the progressive tide
Taking changes in stride
Fate, luck or cosmic Santa of fortune
Playing along in soft tune………..
Or Magic contemplatively executed?
Life on Giant wheels in perpetual turning
Man in constant needy learning! !
Random turns subject to short-sightedness
Branded by social brands of justice
Each man’s entitlement, input
Fear and anticipation in sobered output!
Spins labels in coal or gold
Today a chance to fix
Stir or dip into the quantum soup!
Perhaps un knotting a knotted loop
Waiting for karmic bill
Of the desert to close the meal
Self correct by priority
Set in sight now tidy
Ready to pay the bill
Paying dues by choice
An observing participant
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem