The Spider Poem by Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam

The Spider in creation is the God
From Him the Universe as cobweb
Appears. holding it from the Center
Like a Spy behind It He hides.
In the ephemeral beauty as moths
We poor sensual beings get trapped.

We, the Shell or the Cell or the Atom
Get together to emerge as the organ
To get tuned and played for the pleasure
Of the Player: the Composer-Spider..

The Silent Spider enjoys the shrieks
The ensnared insects make.
Proudly It thinks; 'Yes, all are my own
Under my eight legs I sway".