The Snail

Yes, I dwell in a shell,

For the foes outside are ever ready with a shovel.

I am soft, I am tender,

Whenever I commit a blunder,

To come out of my abode,

I see dark clouds forebode.

I am modest, I am honest,

Possessing a heart, though the smallest.

That beats for others, that takes all as brothers.

Yes, I dwell in a shell, 

For the beings outside are always in a scuffle.

Whenever I try my voice utter,

I see some waiting predator. 

I want to emerge and show off,

But their attitude, that's so gruff, 

Makes my existence rough.

They observe me in disdain,

That makes me squirm in pain.

Yes, I dwell in a shell, 

For the world outside is so brutal.

They call me slow, they make my show,

But don't you think it's great to have no foe?

I've learnt hiding in creases,

Trying to escape this worldly mess.

I seclude myself and hibernate,

And this is how I rejuvenate.

Yes, I dwell in a shell, 

For if I go out, within me there's an incessant duel.

Whenever I get a chance, I steal a quick glance,

But all I discern is to stay in my cistern,

And portray myself a slug in solitude.

To keep from their smug attitude that lacks gratitude,

I endure my destiny with great fortitude.

Gratification is what they need.

Oh no! Is there any remedy indeed?

 

Yes, I dwell in a shell, 

For the existence outside is non-accrual.

I am pale, I am frail, lest I eat the quail,

That brought death to many, and so many lost many.

How inflated they're with vanity and self-conceit!

Affected, so incredibly they treat.

Lo! Unaware, I have a place to retreat.

My world is inside me, wherein I jump and dance with glee.

And impishly waiting for them to understand,

How lucky me and naked they stand!

Yes, I dwell in a shell, 

For the life outside is no less than hell.

I am clumsy, I am flimsy,

Yet shielded by His armor,

Leaving no scope to the charmer.

Therefore, I am a strong believer, 

That He's there, my reliever.

Nothing can happen to me surreal,

I'm guarded against upheaval.