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…
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