Tarantula Poem by Namita Rani Panda

Me, a Tarantula with magical feet
Believe me, I never ate my mate,
a caring mom I'm
with love, a sack did I from to store the sperm
to protect my off springs till they hatch
and patiently wait to open the sac
to free my spiderlings when they're ready to hatch.
I spin my dreams of silk that are stronger than steel,
pull them hopefully from my brain little by little
more stretchable they are than the nylon
that can survive infinite strains,
Like the old witch in those fairy tales
I spin my sins in my own tender hands
to trap victims in my inescapable web.
Now when I look back while crossing life's track
I have made innumerable mistakes,
I wish to rectify and unknot the knots
but entangled in them are my feeble feet,
In my futile efforts to escape I am more entangled in my own
trap!