Threads

Author: Siddharth Dhaka

The threads bound, stretching me to my farthest reach

Sometimes making me stand in the deluded slush,

Sometimes devolving all the worldly powers

And sometimes making me tarry in the colossal ocean.

But I have to halt or move along with them,

So they may not be strained enough to break

For these threads are tender and that very worm a coffer.

And when they, and thus we get entangled, we break them and are left at the antipodes

They value our courtesy, so strong yet so weak…

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