Although I turn it
With my painful effort,
Time is slippery.
It won't stop.
The world is round,
That's why it spins.

I help it turn,
I assist it
In its motion
But I cannot carry the world.
Nor can I heave it up
By force.

Yet it needs help to spin.
Every movement needs a start.
That is exactly
What I offer it.

There's a sweet speed in its motion,
A sweet soothing music,
An attractive goal
To move toward.

It's only because
She is the sweetheart,
And all living beings her lovers,
That the world is beautiful

3:59 PM 5 September 2000
Putli Sadak