The Web Poem by Aftab Alam

The Web

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The life of mine so disgusted-I'm frustrated,
Why poison poured within me-uninterested?
Ah! The game of life so heinous that we play,
Patience vomits virtue and vice slay, slay, slay…

What kind of mud and from which planet's clay?
I lay under hopeless sun -dead split with splay.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 31 December 2014

so grief stricken! But for what? what is ours? life has undisputed sovereignty. let us see, feel and enjoy it.

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Bhargabi Dei Mahakul 03 January 2015

Grief is well expressed on the web of life. Wonderfully presented. Kind of mud or clay it is well expressive in poem as sign of realization of grief or joy. Nicely penned.

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Susan Williams 23 December 2020

Ah! The game of life so heinous that we play, Patience vomits virtue and vice slay, slay, slay…

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Patricia Grantham 13 January 2015

A long and hard look at life. We must keep going forward. Bright sun at the end of the tunnel. Nice.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 06 January 2015

It is difficult to understand the game of life. The life can be accepted or challenged but confusion pulls it back. Grief is the point on mind. Wonderful writing.

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Salini Nair 05 January 2015

poem of loss...but beautiful

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Geetha Jayakumar 03 January 2015

Beautiful poem. Very true said, game of life is unknown, it forces one to play though one don't want to play. No choice is left other than sailing with the flow of wind.

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