We argued for a neat unified life
Its spidery dreams just material
For lyrical verse, its terms nature
Like filigree works of spider circle
Hanging by roadside thorn tree
Here and going but expectantly
Postponed to returning camera.
The argument of a life steeped
In pearly lyrics was lost to spider
Snug in a silky wayside hexagon
Not usual concurrent lyric circles.
But geometry is not our concern.
We argued to retain it in return
A beauty to capture in the mind
Not on the dew of camera lyric.
The camera turns out its beauty
If put off , a fine lyric in making.
We gestured acceptance in air.
Our hands went up to a sunrise
And we would turn a silhouette
Standing by the spider getting
Busy at its gathering dew pearls.
Our arguments sound specious
Always during our morning walks.