The world is round,

The ocean is round,

Time’s wheel turns into

Spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The vegetables are round,

The fruits are round,

No starting point,

No end point,

For a whole common share.

But rooms for caste,

Rooms for religion,

Space for poor,

And space for rich.

Demarcated lines for black and white,

And fair sex graded under strong muscles.

All but rolls into one:

The infinite cycle of life and death.

————-Dr. Fathema Begum