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Jun 2018
A spider weaves its web
around the blossoming bud.
And there under the white ash petals,
respiring in the sweet acidic pungent
smell of the guava leaves,
the spider hides in its opulent abode.
I simply stand there jealous.
I wonder if the spider senses this.
Ameen Haider Zaidi
Written by
Ameen Haider Zaidi  Bangalore
(Bangalore)   
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