The Beautiful Curves of Life The curve of a hip, like time’s gentle bend, Draws poets and planets to orbit and mend. Galaxies spiral, not straight in their flight, Even truth loops back when it’s bathed in twilight. A lady of fate stirs our morning chai, While roads snake like questions we never ask why. All life’s a curve — from birth to death... And my waistline’s proof that destiny don’t play. #🚹உளவியல் சிந்தனை #கவிதை