Crab Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Crabs, beautiful crabs I likes
The little crabs in river sides
The big crabs catches from sea
Crabs, beautiful crabs I notices.

Crabs in river side mud
In the mud holes they takes rest
Coming from the mud holes in groups
Crabs its peculiar body creature
A wonder creation of nature.

Crabs have a wonderful weapon
To survive from the enemies
The catch the preys with its hands
Just like the hand of an earth mover

Crabs the creature highly sensitive
When they notices tries to hid fast
In their mud holes or to the river water
They are talented to escape like a criminal.
From the hands of authorities and punishment

Crabs caught craftily and sold
A delicious sea food people exclaims
But I see crabs a poor creature
Destined to live in fear and suspicion

Crabs of different varieties and colors
A wonderful living being in water sources
Always they are busy, we see if noticed
In fact crabs are a helpless creature.