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 millionsee,
walking cool through our social ruins!
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