A snail pace
When I’m moving I wonder,
as they bypass me with their strides.
Even some makes fun of me,
concluding that this journey is not for me,
As they are obstructing my way.
We were born with powerful limbs,
they are making fun of me.
Slowly and smoothly I keep on moving.
Within myself I knew rivers I have crossed.
I know the mileage I have passed.
Neither to stop and respond to every barking dog,
nor to waste time shouting them away.
Am concerned with paddling my boat,
moving at my own pace,
never to turn back,
moving at a snail’s pace