Charles Ghigna - Weave A Web

Is poem really a spider web? And we are all suffering Therein, is it true? I know not dear poet, And I am living in poems As you see from morning To the late night. Where is the web? and Who is weaving it and how? I know not dear poet, Yet I am therein to observe And analyze life, Though not perfect. Time, thunder, whisper, All in wonder, dear poet, I know not the role of words And I am therein and Getting entangled myself The reasons not known, true. I see my own face here, dear, And in my own face, I see all.