Conch Shell

Deep in a mysterious womb you grew Out in a mysterious land you're dead Lifeless yet alive with a hollow hush You're incessantly of a sorrow blue Ever with insatiate probes man blows Fine-tunes all your sad hush of sobs and sighs You oblige to render a hearty call The Lord to discern all your wailing woes Knowing not the mystery of your life A taste of admiration people show Knowing not the misery of your strife A 'wow' at your charming beauty they throw Oh conch, tell me, into my ears whisper For your deathly beauty who the causer