Cephalopod slogging along the edge,
Dragging alongwith ‘tself a cage:
Proactive shell; burdening baggage-
Home becoming a coffin carriage!
Where it lived; once a cottage,
To all it seemed a great ‘vantage.
Doom it spelled, casting bondage;
Beyond repair, beyond salvage.
Already crawled a long mileage,
Difficult ‘twas to gather courage.
Now acting my role on this stage-
Void displaced with shades of rampage!
Painting now a profound image,
Wanting to travel with my written wordage;
I’ve stepped up like some eternal adage,
Wishing myself “Bon Voyage”..
Force an unconventional one to survive in the most traditional pattern; a revolution would be born!