no one
does a thing without
a purpose
at hand
some who claims otherwise
either
is out of his mind
or amnesiac
or must still be in the state
of anger and
denial
even the spider and the fly
knows their
purpose
everyday the spider spins its
artistic web of
deception with only one purpose
to catch a prey
for it to live and on the other
hand
the fly
in the usual habit flies everywhere
looking for food
until it gets trapped
and dies
that is still purposeful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem