Lessons From A Tortoise

Poem By .Pd. is here

When trouble attacks, I make no noise
Simply take on the foe with poise.
Curling into a ball
I retreat into my shell
The hard familiar territory
Makes me resolute that after this hell
All shall be well.

They kick me and toss me around.
Take my heart and break it in two.
Hurt of violence only we victims know
Scaring us to death, the oppressors go.
But I don’t fear them now
As I am faith bound
For the key to survival I have found.

I learnt this defense from a tortoise
Enter your shell don’t think twice,
Harden against your enemy
And plot your counter-attack.
Do not forget to take it slow and steady
It will win you the race
And your hardened shell-like-mask
Might just be the saving grace.

Don’t mock the ‘tortoise’ you ‘cruel rabbits’
They’ll make a comeback and tear you to bits.
We, the so-called meek have learnt our Lessons from a tortoise.
When trouble attacks, we’ll make no noise
Entering our shell we will retaliate and take on the foe with poise
Now before you rabbits begin your brutal games
It’s your time to think twice


(26 June 2006.)

Comments about Lessons From A Tortoise

preets my teacher...i always told you i have a lot to learn from you...this is true...backstep to recoup...the best strategy...great poem...you have changed a lot in you style, preets...great going dear...a straight 10...love...nalini
You are The Mistress of this sort of piece. Again a well-crafted extended analogy - with a lesson. Well done.
Praise for your rich imagination and wisdom beyond your years. Warm regards, Sandra
FEEL BAD FOR THE NEXT HARE THAT MAKES ITS DARE TO SIT & STARE AT MON FRERE, PREETI! I LOVE THIS, QUITE A LOT...THE THEME SMACKS OF VIVACIOUS IMMAGINATION...RHYTHM & RHYME IN GOOD SYNC...A TRULY FUN READ &WELL CRAFTED WORK....PREETS IS BACK IN POETIC HAVEN! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK


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