- Monday, 1 December 2025
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
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