TRAP

The web of trap is woven to catch insects,
We weave to make dress comely!
Life itself is a miracle.

Stones had an age, sharp and blunt,
Sharp is more civilized than blunt
Yet both are used to smash the skull!

Stones are used to make prison,
Also plush abodes of habitation.
Caves protect wild animals.

The sky is daubed with comely specks,
But black clouds make it useful
For the farmers wait for the pregnant clouds,
They want to sow seeds.

Rain, rain, incessant pouring
Now they fear inundation,
Rustics fear loss of shelter
Tsunami makes a shrill!

The very good man becomes bad
Like milk with the passage of time,
Prophesy is incredible like the web,
We trap the good and gain a lot.