From the centre,
See, I am going away,
And coming back again,
But not in the same way.
My going is continuous
And it is automatic,
But my return journey
Is under my control.
I am not telling
About dead or alive,
I am not telling about
Division or whole,
I am telling about me,
That is there with time.
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