Tangle Poem by Tuwa Noor

Men build their own desolation so nicely with own hands in his own land.

From one the confinement to another,

Like a judgment written by his own hand.

There is no excuse to defy the destiny,

It's a life-term imprisonment in a crowded island.



Spider builds the web with fine silky fiber,

So wonderful chemistry they know!

Their four pair legs never get stuck, what's a marvelous technique they have learned!

With eight pairs of legs hanging under the branches,

The ugly looking caterpillar comes out of the cover as a beautiful butterfly like a monarch.

The silly white and black dotted cow takes off the rope, breaks boundaries.



Men get tied with seven fold by himself,

He cannot move his legs

He cannot get out off the tangle.