There is a big roundabout,
Down the lane,
Vehicles go round it ,
To change directions en route.
There is another roundabout,
Down the speech,
Talks go about,
To change directions incomprehensible.
There is one more roundabout,
Down the thoughts,
Ideas trace out,
To change directions irrationally.
There is still one more roundabout,
Down the merry-go-round,
Happiness runs through ,
To change directions gleefully.
Roundabouts are for safety,
The circular junctions ,
Cautioning the vehicles to slow down,
To follow the traffic sign
Roundabout is a way of expression,
In a circular movement,
Beating round the bush,
To get out from the core.
Roundabout is also a sort of imagination,
In circular dreams,
Clasping with wild entice,
To diffuse in a frenzy.
Roundabout is also a kind of joy,
In circular motions,
Going round and round,
To enjoy with cheer.
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