THE WEB

From one wall
To the other
A thin thread
Woven tight
Was visible
Swaying to sides
In a silent blow of air
Marking with
Streaky lines
Sticky blobs
Welcoming the catch
Patience throbbing
To catch
The throbbing heart,
Live!
No one knows
Whose divinity
Calls for whom
Whose prayer
Is heard
In the take
And intake
Sensing sense
Blight of the web
Layed in wait, for
Many worthy items
Which passed
Through the WEB.