What a charming spider woman!
Homeless but valiant; that is uncommon.
She clutches the egg under her chest
That is her life; full of expectation in the nest.
She hadn't a wink at night
Heedless to nothing, without fright.
Only prayer to hatch her egg
She neither ate nor slept and stood on her criss-cross leg.
Lest she thought her egg won't get warmth
Creatures crept near her, she did not move forth.
She never minds nor hurt them
The spiderwoman meditated with her peridium.
Day and night in the dark corner
Eaten her husband for her children who will come sooner.
Husband or sons the better one?
She knit no net, the silky, sticky snare of everyone
If a prey was caught in the net
The spiderwoman has to give up or let
Her egg or the prey, which is the best
Helpless spiderwoman with the egg under her chest.
Who knew better than the spiderwoman!
Her sons would feed on her like demon.
Much later she knew the bitter truth
Her egg won't hatch and can't see the birth
Did she think of Cesarean to end her plight?
See her sons creeping out all delight.
If it hatch...........they will feed on her
Which one the spiderwoman would prefer?
-Rajan Koovery
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