There is a circle, Full with nothing. Floating in thin air, Pushing thick clouds. Pulling tangents, Searching for its radius. The edges need a center. Life is that circle; Love is that dot.
There is a full circle, Filled with nothing inside, Floating in thin air, Pushing thick clouds, And pulling tangents, Trying to find a radius, So that its edges, Can find a center. Life is that circle; Love is that dot.
In the circle of my life, I am radius. More I grow, area as well circumference of that circle increases but I need someone who is π as the constant companion for the quality control of the circle as he would divide that part of me which is result of greed but would multiply the best and beautiful part of me.