The Crabs Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

Once I went to INS Shivaji, Lonavala
for four weeks technical training
IT'S located on a beautiful valley
surrounded by sweet water lakes
and hills of western ghat mountains
The clouds play here freely like children
pours fine droplets of water
Makes the area white, invisible, thrilling
But for me the crabs and crablets
were more attractive in this naval unit.

The hills were full with thousands of crab
And billions of crablets all over
They were walking on roads, footpaths, lawns
like small wingless insects,
Thousands were being crashed while vehicle passing.
I climbed up to the tiger slip
to enjoy the real beauty of the nature
Found various types of crab, colourful
I found red crabs too
As found in Christmas island, Mandarmani.


These hills are the natural firm of crabs
But it has not come in limelight
It can be turned into lucrative business
Easily and in a short period
without much investment
The demand of crabs is high in India
Even it's liked by foreigners
Cheap labourers available in the villages
Only the need is govt. Planning.
But who will take the iniitiative?