Within the boundless orb of destiny’s wheel,
Where seekers for the firmament’s grace do strive,
Its iron sinews, ‘gainst the heavens’ peel,
Doth elevate the soul, in grace to thrive.
A framework bold of human craft and zeal,
That in geometric truth doth stand and thrive,
This ring doth offer but a transient feel,
Of realms beyond our mortal ken and drive.
Yet must we turn, for high ascents decline,
As Terra’s claim reseizes flights so bold,
The bliss of lofty peaks, no more to shine,
For gravity doth remind us of our hold.
In Ferris’ cycle, worldly tales are spun,
Our zenith moments, under sun, undone.
Shayan Afzal 
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