Thread Of Life 

The perimeters formed

Followed many rounds

Intact in that cylinder 

Though made of paper

It was a solid path

All lines remained therewith

None were to stray

All were tugged away

Therefore it was impossible 

Finding the thread stuck in rubble 

Perhaps it was since then

Threads like lines drawn from pen

Lay unravelled forming a path

The wavering wind showed a lath

The circle with no sides

Tore a line as it glides

Every strand glistened

As the thread fiddled 

Finally out of the spiral 

Singing sweeter than a Myrle 

Grade : X, Deerwalk Sifal School