Strayed into the web and stayed,
With no apparent struggle.
Clued to value the sticky tricks of it.
And giving birth to a message relayed,
To exist within limits.
Generations accept as a gift that is exquisite.
And without question against it...
Don't fight to flee with a flight to try.
This life entrapped is envied and despised...
By those who 'appear' to be web free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem