Swing Swing

Swing
Swing

Swing gives you wingS.

You Swing for no reason,
for non reasoning makes you Swing.

Monotonous it looks,
but every round is different.

You are alone
but you are in a company.

You fly
though you are grounded..

You flow into the air or
Air flows into you..

You feel free and light
though you hold the chain tight.

Though you oscillate a lot
you are still at heart.

Your past and future freeze
when you pass through the breeze,

Though you move front and back ,
you are not worried about direction or progress..

Though You are stuck between two limits,
The journey is limitless.

When you go through emotions,
go through this motion.

Poem arises when thoughts Swing,
Swing is Poetry in motion.

Is this feeling a transient illusion,
but experience is bliss.

Words to express can be futile,
Experience is worthwhile.

Swing without wingS.

Swing
Swing