ANEESH keezhoottu muraleedharan
Spider - Poem by ANEESH keezhoottu muraleedharan
What or when,
Time was sleeping then
And my conscious was unconscious
Then came those footsteps,
In my corridor I heard them
For years I was hanging in my web
In the corridor of solitude
Wet and wounded in rain and weaving again
I wove that web to catch gleeful thoughts
And I was so unlucky I reckon
Then in the night of last moon
Then came the footsteps
But they were so fast
Before my blurred eyes blinked
Before I am completely woke from my sleep
They were gone
I heard the wind laughing
“You are a man of quick dear”
Life of a spider is so.
So is mine.
But still I am thinking the footsteps.
Am I alone
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