Caught In The Spider’s Web

I glued my eyes to the fluttering tiny insect
As it buzzed across my ears with its noisome
Tiny wing, flipping brilliantly against the
Fading sunset on the western horizon

They came diving like jets on a bombing run;
Two nondescript spiders, swooping down on the
Hapless, fluttering noisome creature that has
Helplessly got caught in the spiders’ snare

Helplessly, it was tossed about the web
Its effort to fly merely ends in one web Line
Or the other; and between the exhilarating preys
Gradually it was ferried away from its destination

It was powerless against the ensnaring web
It was helpless against those carnivores’ foes

Thus, like the fluttering insect, I’d dotted
The white sheets with words of my thoughts
Mourning the enveloping darkness in a noonday
In our shore, and the phobic evil pervading our world
In an unending catastrophic mayhem and destruction
While mankind watch in a stupefied silence

In the ensuing melee, I lost the center
of my foothold and drifted awhile between
one dogma and some realities as to the righteousness
of life
I got caught in a web of a sort and drifted about;
A malady currently prevalent in our land
Oh, how terrible to be lost in an ensnaring web
in our land

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