The Poet

How like the spider

you spin endlessly

silken shiny threads

that sparkle before my eyes.

Sometimes a thread gets broken

but the spider keeps on weaving…

You too!

Weaving magical words

of beauty love and passion

that brings me so close

your silken threads to touch

they vibrate and you cut across

deliberate, arms legs and all

weaving all around me

my life breath to take.

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About Dr.Mary Annie A.V.

Dr.Mary Annie A.V. hails from Trivandrum, India and writes under the pen name 'anna maria' . She hails from a family of writers . She holds a high official post in the University of Kerala,Trivandrum,India. She resides in India with her husband and three children. Her poems have been published in various e-magazines , print anthologies in India and abroad. She has two collections to her credit, titled "My Beads Unstrung" and 'More Beads Unstrung'. Her definition of a poem is : Virgin white paper raped. Rapt. Writing is her passion :)

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