Jay P Narain
The snail's pace is rather too slow,
while trying to reach its favorite plant,
It gets trampled, tossed, and crushed on its way,
When it reaches its destination, the sweet rewards are there in its way.
The snail may seem small and invisible,
But look at the snail, it feels like Hercules carrying the earth,
The theory of relativity may be invariant,
But the theory of relative sizes makes it a giant.
Snail is little creature minding its ways,
Slow and steady wins the race must be its survival ways,
When it gets smashed and goes belly up,
It offers itself generously as food to hungry birds.
When the mail does not get in time,
We call it as the snail mail,
When we are looking for some delicacy,
We opt for the escargo, the buttered snail in the shell.
What we learn from the life of the snail,
Never give up your aspirations even if you are totally ignored,
Keep you hopes high, don't worry about your shape and size,
If you make your life worthy for others, you will make your life worth living for.
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