Slow Speed Race

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

Slow, so slow this unique speed
The unspoken word you may heed
But never in life you can feel
Though forever running on heel.

People come, inquire, and leave
They ask you how you are doing
But you see at sky, hint ask it
But your speed, cannot reply it.

Slow, so slow this unique speed
To where not when you to reach
Money, merry, honey worry gather
Slow speed makes all to wither.

Death! how is it you so flower!
So slowly put all under tower?