Circles and circles in life, I roam and roam,
From Athens to Rome, round and round I roam.
For back to where I started, up and down I roam,
Mistaken glory of having achieved, lost I roam.
Then, drop down dead with defeat I roam,
For having lost what was never really mine, I roam.
No lesson I learn, mistakes of my actions, I still roam,
For eons have passed, but my habits make me still roam.
Crying is my every pore for help, yet my goal not yet, still roam,
To you I turn to thee, my roving eyes rest on thee, do not want to roam.
- Dr. Ira Shah
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