Originally posted by: rmahi25
Will you walk into my parlor?ā said the spider to the fly;
āāTis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there
āO no, no,ā said the little fly, āto ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can neāer come down again.ā
Iām sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?ā said the spider to the fly.
āThere are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, Iāll snugly tuck you in".
āO no, no,ā said the little fly, āfor Iāve often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed.ā
Said the cunning spider to the fly, āDear friend, what shall I do,
To prove the warm affection Iāve always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all thatās nice;
Iām sure youāre very welcome; will you please to take a slice?ā
āO no, no,ā said the little fly, ākind sir, that cannot be;
Iāve heard whatās in your pantry, and I do not wish to see
Sweet creature!ā said the spider, āYouāre witty and youāre wise!
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf,
If youāll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.
āI thank you, gentle sir,ā she said, āfor what youāre pleased to say,
And bidding you good-morning now, Iāll call another day.ā
The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing
āCome hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing:
Your robes are green and purple; thereās a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead
Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by.
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
Thinking only of her crested head ā poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlor; but she neāer came out again!
Just read this poem ^The Spider and The Fly^ and you all would relate to Raghav and Pallaviš
I know lamba hai but still if you can do read otherwise read the underlined part.c
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