Akhand Singh

Round and round we go

from the start to the end and back to start

happiness and sadness as accomplice

where is the straight line?

where is the merry path?

we run in circles on a circle

ups and downs, round and round

few breaths of pain and of no sound

Some struggles of future and some of past

infinite fears of present

But that’s worth it

round and round you would go

from infinity and beyond

For there would be no end but only the start

and eventually you would be back to the place you belong.