SAND CRAB (POEM)

I sat at the beach and admired the sand crab for his sincere devotion to make his home, the firm hole, which seldom collapses. I tried and digged my hand in the sand and oops, the hole collapsed as soon as my hand was out. Sand crabs and our perception of reality, does this comparison really sounds sensible?

While writing this poem, Sand Crab, I felt the peace flowing in me, with the realisation that a small crab can also teach us something.😊
THE SAND CRAB

Mesmerised I watched the sand crab,

How beautiful he makes the hole in sand’s lap,

It’s his home or a secret place to take a nap,

His hole never collapses, I gave a happy clap.

 

 

I tried and tried, but my hole again filled with sand,

The tunnel never took me to the treasure land,

Am I not strong or I don’t have that perfect hand,

Are my efforts simply immature or unplanned?

 

 

Early morning the beach became my destination,

To learn from the sand crab about his perfection,

The rejuvenating waves smiled, seeing my dedication,

Groom me, dear crab, to receive that standing ovation.

 

 

When you are taken for granted and tagged as available,

The crab smiled and said, then you are no more termed as valuable,

Learn to live on your own terms, if you want to be unforgettable,

Unlike other crabs, I move only backward,

and so defined as unbelievable.

 

 

The sun gave you the tan, but I am one of the sun sign,

I make the hole with wet sand and that’s my life line,

Don’t struggle inside faking a smile and say I am fine,

Flaunt your heartful of happiness by defining your headlines.

 

 

Wet sand, yes, that’s the firm binding, which will stand,

Be wet with pure emotions, but flexible like crab in the sand,

Fly high, enjoy your blessings, make your own fairyland,

Do what makes you happy, and be bigger than the brand.