Dots of a Circle
The circle formed from many dots
The dots, do they exchange their places or not?
They stay where they were in the beginning
Or around the circle they go circling!
Whatever they do
Whether they stay still or they move
Do they realize?
That being there is their life!
If they do not move a bit
To a point they are fixed
Their part is to stay there
Whether they care or they do not care.
If they go on moving
The path they gait
Is a circle, and in this or that state
Only an apparent change of fate
They cannot fall free from the circle.
From here to there around it they wriggle.
Eventually returning to where they began
And again starting to journey the previous span
Only carrying a false thrill
That all is not still!
That they are in an adventure
Some journey of a vague nature
But what they do is take the place
Of another point that they, no do not chase
Just jump in to take the place
And each other’s pace they well coordinate
So well that there is no collision
And things move in a static fashion
They may have the satisfaction of moving
Yet, they are no better than the fixed dots unchanging
Are we not, the moving dots?
Our moving takes us to new places naught
From times immemorial we are moving around the same way
May be we will fall out some day!!!