Charles Ghigna - Weave A Web Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Is poem really a spider web?
And we are all suffering
Therein, is it true?
I know not dear poet,
And I am living in poems
As you see from morning
To the late night.
Where is the web? and
Who is weaving it and how?
I know not dear poet,
Yet I am therein to observe
And analyze life,
Though not perfect.
Time, thunder, whisper,
All in wonder, dear poet,
I know not the role of words
And I am therein and
Getting entangled myself
The reasons not known, true.
I see my own face here, dear,
And in my own face, I see all.