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gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

The Spider


Here see this spider
Day and night busy at work
Work means weaving web
And it is world wide web
We are like the spider
Within this world wide web
Without getting a chance
To get ourselves free
Free-less life we have
Living with the spider
And testing ourselves
How we are living here.

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, April 22, 2013
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World Wide Web. WWW. We are living now in WWW.

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  • Kelly Zion (4/23/2013 3:50:00 PM)

    We either spin webs of truth or weds of lies or we are the ones caught in those webs. Nobody's trapped except for of their own accord. (Report) Reply

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