He is slow, but sure

He is soft and pure,

Long journey,

He has power to acquire patience

He’s so cool, doesn’t mind any dent

Quite n calm not in hurry at all

I count the lines he makes upon the wall

I wonder always

How uncomplaining he is!!

He goes steadily with injured sheath

He finds himself decay everyday

He will buried here n there

He knows one day

Inside the shell he bore

He is sure

He wouldn’t let us know

That he is no more...

JasmineJ