It painted its face, bright Yellow
And striped the legs with Green
Weaved an extra layer, for decoration
Thus sat, in an enchanted web
Weaved of its own;
I left the place, in wonder
For who would have passed
Until darkness fell
Looking back, several times
For that one friend, or foe;
The web indeed, thus weaved
Around all of us, so deep
In today’s world, of high commerce
I do not know, who I am
Until I update my own status.
(After seeing a colorful spider in its beautiful web around the corner of the steps from Gymkhana to the over-bridge. It is a pity that to this date I refuse to own a higher-end mobile with photo shoot features.)
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