Revolve without any meaning
Justice moves in round
No one till now able to do
A flat conclusion
They born, they die
A dumb- fused
Yet continue the run
But never raise any question
I never hear and agree or heed
But I continue to move of my own.
I am not like any one
I am totally like me
I spin and I move
Things along with me
Happily become round.
No end, no beginning
Here in me all the logic and reason
Revolve with out any meaning.