Coal-Life For Welfare Of Others Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I have got my coal-life
From this earth
From this wood.
Earth-mines
My birth place
In dark
In black.

I am not half-burnt
I am not charcoal
O my dear, see me
From the time immemorial
I lie buried
Under You for a
Great length of time.

It is You only
Who knows how to use me
I am human, I am everywhere
Original- black
My work is not black
I am very inflammable
You know and I am used
As fuel by You for
Good purpose
For the welfare of others.