We count ten often again and again
Clouds come from far place with rain.
As the numbers we count do not end,
Colours for us sure rainbow does send.
Still we see kite flies in far horizon
At all time hopes fly in whole season.
And dazzles with golden rose and pure
Rays in a particular bend for idea sure.
The thin wire thread ties of your rolling
Wheel dances as per command's pulling,
"But you are ever very sweet dear time"
It says with its noble cause of seen prime.
Again and again we think this about,
That how is universe created in scout?
Although we do not get answer at all,
Still in shadows of hopes we all do fall.
We do not understand till this miracle,
Time moves in wheel drama in cycle.
People do not get destination of place
Some who forget father in life's race.
They think many times find no path
By action all again, again fall in birth.
Falling in mother's womb they do cry
Oh God you are grate save we are shy.
Pintu Mahakul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/again-and-again-32/
