Spider’s web





Some of the names

That you greet me with

In our morning commute

Each name has it’s

Memory, painted in the form

Of friendship that I never knew

That the friend in you I have

Is the friend in you that I had

Between the have and had

Mystery of silent distance

A journey of unanswered doubts but

The candle however lit

The wind will come to blow it

Some friendship are made of

Spider’s silk but ours, my dear

Was built on Spider’s web

Verily, the frailest of all houses

Is the spider’s house!


About Samra

Poet and fundraiser for humanitarian causes. Lives in London
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