Cobwebs are beautiful structures
Made by little creatures
To trap the prey for their supper
Yet they represent an unused den
And now I ask you friends
Why do man get trapped in the “web” these days?
Go round and round with no escape
Lose sight of the beautiful landscape
Fail to communicate face to face
Will our lives shrink to a den?
Should children fall in this trend?
Maybe it’s good for some and not for all
Moderation is all I ask for
Gitanjali
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Author:
Gitanjali (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2021 02:37
- Comment from author about the poem: face book and Instagram outage and the aftermath prompted me to post this today though I had written it earlier
- Category: Reflection
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I'm not on Facebook either. Never got the urge to expose my private life for all the world to see, not that anyone would be interested anyway. But there needs to be some privacy in the world. Well penned KK. 👍
Thank you AP. I have a face book account but rarely go through it. I Do feel the world is shrinking to all this maybe generation gap
Very true words TKKKK, many people are being trapped in the web that may eventually run our lives consistently.
Andy
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