I have something to say Like the shell That finds its destiny As a conch From the depths of the sea The fisherman Collects it It reaches the coast Lifeless but Thankful to him To put its mortal Remains to Sacred use It is polished Processed Put through acid and Hot oil It gains some Precious value Now it reaches The hands Of the skillful Carver Who decorates It with Strands of valued Sacred imagination Such are its designs Now A dealer is his Next destination He sees it And purchases And puts it In a place of pride In his shop On display! Now if Some desirous Eyes fall On it Its sure to be Taken to A shrine Temple or home And find The joyous blowing In the air which Rushing, passes Vibrating With the Joyous energy Of its devoted blower! It is considered To purify the Surroundings! Its so valuable! So the conch Feels thankful To each one Who helped it To reach here In its Journey! So do I Say A thank you To all those Whom I Do forget to say!
Inspired by someone!Dwell in imagination?Paint it here and please find a title for this creation in its journey!