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.