Having noticed the crawling of tortoise,
More pretended than the snail's,
Telling me to uphold my strength,
That it do change until last breath.

Happiness in their yelled voice,
Tendering their shells to rejoice,
In my modest riches and wealth.
And I forget to ply in stealth.

When my wealthiness becomes fade,
I keep finding my bearing without shade.
At the terminal stage,
Everyone has left the onstage.

I realized the fierceness of their weapon,
After I have been abandoned.
Then I learn how to walk alone,
After the weakness in my tone.

My camels shall never sit at the bank,
After filling up its tank.
I must open up myself for sacrifice,
Expecting nothing in precise.


© ALAKAMUIDEEN
JULY 16, 2020.