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Patricia Drake Mar 2013
I have this fear                                                                                
                                                 Of Spiders
                                                 Of webs
                                                 Of entanglement.                                            
In threads of
Commitment                                                                            
to an everyday lack of
                                                Excitement,                                    
                                                Enchantment,                                                        
                                                Involvement
Of Spiders.                                              
Unpredictable Lurking
near their diamond spun circles

Of melifluous
entrapment

I would not want to escape
Consumption
Being wrapped                                                            
in silky smooth lies
Promoting *******                                        
of my self respect

The addiction
causing venom to spread
Already pumping                                                                                
Adrenaline
Endorphine rush

I have this fear of losing
myself
In this
Meera Baasuri May 2020
Children; the droplets of love
showered on Earth from God's abode
dampening the barren earth
breeding flora in the arid, dreary life

Children; the tiny buds
blooming out into vibrant, gaily flowers
disseminating the aroma of their sweetness, mirth and charm all around.

Children; the foamy waves
Sweeping away the rubble of melancholy
surfing ashore the waves of delight.
Children; the diverse colourful kites
soaring high, unbridled
piercing into the boundless firmament

Children; the luminous constellation of stars
shimmering in the darkness of vicious world
They mend our broken wings of despair
festoon our bleaky visions with
myriad hues of bright dreams
spinning a unique fabric of life
Of unique shapes and patterns

Children; the spring of life
fostering lush foliage
chirping, singing the euphony of
melifluous song of peace
joy and love all around the world
Children; the perpetual harbingers of perennial happiness.
Trailing the indelible imprints of
God's miraculous, marvellous angels on Earth

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