Web Wise
Web wise
The fear drops from its light brown wings;
this is not home; at least not for a bird.
Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness;
flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase,
it is humming past your mute chair.
But how can you help, you cannot locate
your own way out of this golden web.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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