Circles — 13
A lyrical poem
They move in circles
Whirling around making hustle
Moving round-n-round causing a rattle
I take a rest but they don’t settle
Cause they like to move in circles
Round and round, one by one
Producing sounds like no one’s around
Seems to me that they deem me
As no one is in this house.
Take me to a place
Far away from this haze
I know this is a hard time, the life’s phase
But I am done with their constant faz-ing
I am taking,
Another root,
One that won’t shoot, me,
Right through my race.
Cause they like to move in circles
Round and round, one by one
Producing sounds like no one’s around
Seems to me that they deem me
As no one is in this house
Circles circling round
Making sounds no one’s found
I hear them, they’re abound
Playing around,
Swinging on a merry-go-round
Never leaving, they tend to hound
No there’s no refraining,
For they know there’s no chance to rebound
After they’ll cut out.
© Aasma Gupta 2021
Thanks a lot for reading my poem! Fortunately, this one’s a part of a bigger family i.e., it’s a series. The series, 13, is a short one and has no more than six poems. You can check it out on my profile or read the previous poem of this series. Get the next poem here.
