The Spider Effect
How could failure be my gain?
As much as I tried hard
Sad and tired
I had tried and failed again
I nursed the thought for moments
And importing sporadic loosed comments.
I gave up... was about to give up
Like a broken glass cup.
Then came the spider
Black and furry legs like an armored tank
Sinking deep into space
Soaring higher....
Glued to a tiny transparent web
From its thorax`s bank
Caressing the air at every ebb
Like a policeman on a chase.
Pulled down
It was back spinning
Every time, it was winning
Like the outbreak of dawn
Such determined little thing
And its web, feeble and thin.
Amazed at the awe of its finished
Magnificent web tentacles
Exposed by the flaunted rays of light
Her mighty sank in the middle
Like a queen awed by her beauty.
My oozing shame away went
A pure hope in me trickles
That I felt in me a new might
To fight failure of its meddle
Off my life and join the success party.
This spider could achieve
Farther and wider
For this I believe
I have got the effect of a spider.
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