We count ten often again and again <br />Clouds come from far place with rain. <br />As the numbers we count do not end, <br />Colours for us sure rainbow does send. <br /> <br />Still we see kite flies in far horizon <br />At all time hopes fly in whole season. <br />And dazzles with golden rose and pure <br />Rays in a particular bend for idea sure. <br /> <br />The thin wire thread ties of your rolling <br />Wheel dances as per command's pulling, <br />"But you are ever very sweet dear time" <br />It says with its noble cause of seen prime. <br /> <br />Again and again we think this about, <br />That how is universe created in scout? <br />Although we do not get answer at all, <br />Still in shadows of hopes we all do fall. <br /> <br />We do not understand till this miracle, <br />Time moves in wheel drama in cycle. <br />People do not get destination of place <br />Some who forget father in life's race. <br /> <br />They think many times find no path <br />By action all again, again fall in birth. <br />Falling in mother's womb they do cry <br />Oh God you are grate save we are shy.<br /><br />Pintu Mahakul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/again-and-again-32/
