WEBS OF LIFE!

What will a man do, 

When the hills are far away 

And the Sun strives to get out of Its yellowey room.

To give the day Its fiery warmth 

And enhance the Circle of life.

Like the sombre spell of November, 

Spinning Its webs on vulnerable souls 

Against the elusive backdrop of time 

To some the struggles of life, 

Is hardly a fair fight 

To be consumed by the 'Eagle of challenges' 

That gets the better of them; 

To others its happiness all through 

Oh life- happiness, sorrow, failures and fulfillment

One Combustible combination.

POET: Babatunde Modupe.

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