Circle

A Poem by Mrudula Rani

I simply love the shape of circle

Circle is the shape of sun, full moon,
and everything divine,
Under and above the heavens.

Circle proffers cyclic movements
and spirituality of life.
Tears and drops of rain, Quell pain and quench thirst
make prints of rings upon fall.

Pinewheels and merry-go-rounds,
spin in circles, to dizzying depths.
Bangles and bracelets, polka dots on facades and fabric,
annuli in all sizes and colours catch an eye,
and hold the gaze longer than any other shape.

Circle, even as small as a dot
on the forehead of a Hindu,the bindi,
and on the paintings of Klimt,
becomes an ornament of adoration.
For a circle encompasses given space to a degree of perfection.

Painted in pastels or molded in molten liquids of
shimmering silver, gold or even in glass ...
spears are made to play with your fancy.

Ovum in the womb,the wirlling planets
and humming stars in space
all are circles of mystery and eternity!

Zero, which owns the shape of a circle
and whose value is nil.
Makes the beginnings and ends seem alike.
A circle after a number increases ten fold it's value.

God is a circle whose center is every where and whose circumference is no where~Hermes Trismegistus.