Shell line

At last
The land of shell arrives
And unknowingly
You put a price tag with a long sting
Are you sure
You know the price?

I don’t –

I never found a perfect teacher
Who can teach me all

The shell at shore or at the attic
To hold later
Again and again
To smell the blue green sea
Or
The old museum wall
Selling the antique history
Of chequered black line!