From the blank sheet of night
A Spider dropped on my head.
I turned to an insect
And got stuck in the trap
Of a cobweb.
No way to escape.
HAI NEELA HOW ARE YOU I LIKED YOUR POEMS AND AM ALSO A MEMBER IN POEM HUNTER ANY WAY GOOD ONE
Your language and imagery in this short poem is remarkable. Here are the thoughts that crossed my mind. We try to do good in life and still get trapped. Goodness brings its own problems. Or life turns us into an insect and no release out of it. I wonder what dilemma is behind your thought. Loved the expression any way. Nice to read you again.
Thoughtfull person can't get out from thought like an insect from cobweb's net. A philosophical write I like most. Thanks for sharing. - - - - -10
Sometimes I fear to praise a poem which is more than sad or painful Or fearful... but a piece of art. Where I can't come or go to share the feelings or to listen or say, How can I say well done or good. To be fair, I myself don't feel awkward when someone praises my poem with such feelings. This poem too a piece of art BEST WISHES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem and a mystic imagery. I love this philosophical poem. Thanks.