When his pet Earth gets angry?
T..........errible
S...........uffering
U.. .........nanimously
N............ature
A... ..........grees
M.............utual
I...... .........nterest!
When this experimental Man
Digs & digs
Day & night
To get golden water,
The bachelor Sorcerer too
Helpless of the powers that shows
This mysterious ball at random!
*Poor innocents compensate with their precious lives and what is this unfair Dogma?
[Quoted from a Survivor but a Senile's Diary.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Gold digger and the Golden Goose
Though the miner digs for gold he never gets gold; only the weekend poor wage he counts with tears
And the gold runs to the tycoon.
The poor man's golden goose never lays golden eggs.
*[ According to the ancient Greek fable, the owner killed the goose to get all the gold at once.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Who digs the well should not be refused water.
Who digs many wells doesn't get sweet water in all of them.
A Surprise For Myself....
on his diary he writes:
dear diary
i have sacrificed a lot
years are like
layers of steel on my back
time is running fast
abnormally
on engineered days
canals are overflowing
with water
the cities are flooded
i am drowning
and yet how helpless
can i be
how dumb
not to call for professional
help or even
to talk to a close friend
about it
only to find that actually
i do not have any
of these
closer encounters
or needed
intimacies
tomorrow my dear diary
i will write more
courageously
i pray for more strength
more wisdom
tomorrow dear diary
i will surprise myself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Folly
That which works all day and night
Is rather called a 'donkey' (with derision)
And that which lives in burrows (already made by other elements; a
snake never digs burrows for itself)
The snake is admired (for no good reason!)
poem by Lubna S. Khan
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The Gardener
The gardener does not love to talk,
He makes me keep the gravel walk;
And when he puts his tools away,
He locks the door and takes the key.
Away behind the currant row
Where no one else but cook may go,
Far in the plots, I see him dig
Old and serious, brown and big.
He digs the flowers, green, red and blue,
Nor wishes to be spoken to.
He digs the flowers and cuts the hay,
And never seems to want to play.
Silly gardener! summer goes,
And winter comes with pinching toes,
When in the garden bare and brown
You must lay your barrow down.
Well now, and while the summer stays
To profit by these garden days
O how much wiser you would be
To play at Indian wars with me!
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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The Spoon... (In Our Hands)
the spoon in our hands
digs the graves of starving children.
our choice to turn away,
buries those afflicted by war.
when we take first,
without a thought to giving...
we bury the body of god,
among the poor and the homeless.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Forbidden 13
Somebody digs a well
Someone else’s eyes water
Eels travel miles to
Mate at mid sea
And certain fish
Swim upcurrent
But Lena, the
Champion swimmer
Drowned in
Shallow waters
poem by Prathibha Nandakumar
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Women
Vested with powers which thou envy
For this, she bears the brunt
Without retaliation
With these powers maintains a balance of forces
Both of body and soul
A daughter, a sister, a beloved, a wife, a mother she is
And you have made a whore of her
You roles in life well defined
A child, a son, a brother, a husband a child again
Fit only for this and no more
Living stoically
Has sent shivers down Newton's grave
Bleeding every month
Her fertility cements
But for those nine months
Survives and survives
For a soul unknown.
A man who bleeds
Digs himself a grave
A precursor to many graves
It is thus he treats her such
But should't he realise her powers
Her beauty, her passions, her emotions
Her sense to stand by that where he fails
May this eighth day of March lead her march to heavens
Where the powers be honoured and beauty be adored.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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He who digs a pit for another falls into it himself.
He who digs a pit for others falls in himself.
He who digs a pit for others falls into it himself.
He who digs a pit for others, falls into it himself.
He who digs a pit for someone else, often falls into it himself.
Who digs a pit for others will fall in themselves.
He who digs someone else's grave shall fall in it himself.
Whoever digs a pit for his neighbor should dig it his own size.