The Spider.
The spider builds cobweb,
It spreads as rippling waves,
It weaves and breaks.
The spider creates a trap,
And watches as a poacher,
The spider is a silent butcher.
The spider installs www.net,
The spider runs from parental bed,
From time-immemorial spiders parade!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem