There is rthythm evrywhere.

In the cosmography or the study of
His Creation, the unique, mystifying cyclic
Process of destruction and devastation,
There is a glowing rhythm.

When the brakes of wheels move forwards
and backwards, the commuters move
across the vestibules, in tune with the
wheeling mobility towards a destination,

when the colourful buds of jasmine and
rose blossom, aroma casting a divine spell
around you, cicadas sing in shrill sound,
covey of birds in moorings towards migration,

in the lullaby of a fondling mother,
in the proper intonation of English language,
when the vocal chords vibrate and in the
sound s of vowels , diphthongal glides,

in the chiming of Big Ben, the lights
glowing in the wheel of London eye,
in the chanting of Vedas by learned
scholars , in the expanding Dawn,

there is rhythm , there is marvellous rhythm,
there is rhythmic rhythm.