The Fan

A boy saw,

It moves in a circle

he wondered if it ever feels dizzy,

We rest comfortably on a couch

but it always remains busy.

According to our will

it's pace changes,

An obedient slave of human

which doesn't hold grudges.

He wanted to free it

from the ongoing slavery,

That would be a gesture

of his unraveled bravery.

The boy grew up and got tangled

in the affairs of the cruel world,

Once he was full of youth

now he is old and bald.

His courageous spirit vanished

and to the fan he couldn't help,

But the fan helped to free the man

and the man hung himself.