Urge

An urge within like a moving wheel

Runs consistently and makes one reel.

Such large stock which never ends

None can ever a bit can lend.

The urge makes you rise and fall

Makes you float without a call.

Such is the urge which ever exists

Pushes one to cross all the limits.

In piles and stocks, it rooms the heart.

Making you desirous which is its art.

Whether you achieve or remain unachieved

The urge most times makes you feel deceived.

Such is the wheel of the urge within

Which consistently moves and grins.