The Web That Tricks.(Spider) . Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I am in this net hiding in hub
Though a hunter I can't hunt
I tries my luck by hide and seek
Where my prey makes their luck
When they catch I likes much
When they sees I close my eyes
But in pretense, I am conscious
I will catch and hungrily eats
I makes nets not so visible place
In homes near stair case I select
When it outside between the trees
Between the leafs of small bushes
My net is a web everyone likes
The poor insects sits if happiness
My powerful eyes and hands works well
Speedily goes and catch hold of
I am destined to do my cruelty
But it is impossible to live
Without my tricks, it is destiny I think
I am an eight legged creature
A spider you call in texts.