I was walking back to web
In a charming dreamy thought;
I saw him standing beside a tree
With lovely smile which sliced my heart;
His legs are eight that's best for clack
His eyes are bright and sparkling black
No one refute his cute and smart
With gentle look with lovely heart;
I saw him bright as sun so near!
I lost my vision at that sight!
Yet I felt a doubt at mind!
Does he had a web in hand! ?
He started courtship lovingly!
With lovely gifts and rocky touch;
I too enjoyed doubtlessly!
Even in some ruthless time
Sometime, I felt it in between;
Does he had a web in hand! ?
First he started telling me;
That he felt I were an angel
Dancing in his nighttimes dreams
As one in a fairy tale
Then he adored my sexy look
Which holds him in a magnet field
He even dreamt as a jailbird
Within the field; for a while
I shall not deny at all,
That I too enjoyed for a while
His silky softy fringing talks
Even in some ruthless time
Then he admired my soft talk
And opined it, as a classic;
Which no one in the world he heard
Talked so classic, as I did
I was proud for a while
And humbly talked in classic style;
Yet I felt a doubt in hand;
Does he had a web in hand! ?
I was in a fairy tale;
Listening to his lovely talks;
When I woke I found so clear
I was caught up in his web!
He was madly happy to
Have a magnet in his web
And danced with me in pensive mood
In his pretty fairy mesh
But he forget deadly truth
That I will kill him after dance
With my lovely hairy claws
And oozes out his juicy blood
Oh dear spiders! Who are lurking with
A lovely web to catch my kind
I have a frantic warn to you, that
Beware the mates of my own kind! ! !
Sandhya
a beautiful love poem with fine imagery. finaly you are in the web? enjoyed reading voted10 surya
hats off to that creative imagination that conceived this metaphor...
we love to swim on this shallow river His silky softy fringing talks Even in some ruthless time Then he admired my soft talk And opined it, as a classic; Which no one in the world he heard Talked so classic, as I did
This was amazing a spiders true story. The spiders ritual mating dance. It is absolutly lovely how you can make a deadly and gory part of life so soft and gentle.
dear sandhya, re-read this poem along with the thought of 'net addiction'....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh dear spiders! Who are lurking with A lovely web to catch my kind I have a frantic warn to you, that Beware the mates of my own kind! ! ! ------ WOW! ! ! A beautiful narrative poem. Great personification and imagery...meaningful poem to warn! So to others beware! 10+++