Personnel window period .....

grows....

with

every

turn of the wheel

you move ahead ,

unknowing in silence...

 

one  block gives way to another,

you hurt,

you recede...

deep roots are upturned,

bled and naked.....

deeper roots detach,

undesired

to get crushed 

beneath

the turn of the wheel,

deeper roots, dangle on

bruised and scarred

deepest roots

live and breathe

hard, harder

some you chase

some chase you

all when the,

moonlight casts no shadows

and

the  river  sings incessant

 

with every

turn of the wheel

you recede and move

with your roots

some you chase

and

some chase you.........

 

~Sunil emjay~