Like the dust that rises up the sky,
And the whirlwind that traverse through the land,
In circles, you rise.
In circles you settle down.
Why this vacillation ?
Reach out to the wide blue expanse,
yes! It is there for you to amble,
And yet, like the bamboo shoots,
Tarry a bit,
till you flower effusively,
Thoughts, germinate awhile!
Let me ponder…