He survives a storm by skill, <br />holding on to his soft strings. <br />Spinning threads of hopes, <br />he spans a net all around. <br /> <br />Under tiny legs of uncertainty, <br />he weaves a neat intricate web. <br />A trap in silky sticky strings; <br />laid with aesthetic skills. <br /> <br />Many of his works torn cruelly, <br />dilapidated by feet of destiny.. <br />Nevertheless, he stamped on world, <br />by all eight feet, stretched to space. <br /> <br />Untiringly he logged on to time, <br />knitting his spiral trap in camera. <br />Finally he created a wonder, <br />Showing King Solomon how to survive. <br /> <br />Now every creature is cob-webbed. <br />trapped in internet of illusory delusion, <br />Body and souls entangled in WWW, <br />gasping for breath from web cast. http/: <br />_____________________<br /><br />Satheesan Rangorath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/http-www-spider-com/
