Snails
She is a snail born with a shell
Like a congenital mogul
Born and brought up in a castle
With two eyes hanging on her head
She is slimy and sly; slides slowly and wary
Peeping along the sea bed for a prey
If preys on it, some mighty sea gull
Quickly she slips into her safe shell
She is secure, on the face of any turmoil
She cares not crab fights; nor fish out of waters
She is all for herself with no feel
For the toiling lives in the roiled waters
There I see snails, millions and millions!
Walking cool through our social ruins! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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