By: Mrinalini Shinde, NLSIU.
I see the riders strain and smile.
As they prance to get ahead.
Be the first, however vile,
Race to win before you’re dead.
When the end of the game will begin,
The carousel will stop, the game survives.
They’ll see that nobody did ever win.
They’d been riding in a circle all their lives.
Spin me only to keep me still.
The circle will stay the same.
Ride my painted steed, I will.
Saddle up and play the game.
***This poem was inspired by the above photograph, where I tried to do a low shutter speed shot using the lights on a moving carousel. Hope you liked it! 🙂