॥ Ti:व्र॥

Beneath the moon’s soft, rippling light,
The crocodile waits, in shadowed night.
Silent strength beneath its armored skin,
A guardian of patience, sharp within.
It teaches us the wisdom found
In quiet moments, in steady ground.
To wait, to watch, to move with care,
To walk through life like whispered air.
For power is not loud or bright,
But calm, enduring, out of sight.
Like crocodiles beneath the sky,
Our creation speaks of time gone by.