The Tunnel Digger. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

He carries a little candle light
He carries a pick ax in hand
Commencing his work in early morning
The man who digs the tunnels in estates
To farms, homes, or convenient places
His service highly requiring to people
His care of duty trustworthy
He seeks the water storage of earth
Where it kept in such distance
Often plays hide and seek in depths
The earth he carries in small baskets
Outside world do not see his work
The tunnel digger having a hard work
The tunnel digger having a sixty sense
To find out the earth's mystery
Requests to be kind enough to show mercy
The earth hears the plight of the man
And leads to her breasts for breast milk
As if a mother loves her own children
Otherwise his wages will be dwindled
The pick ax will be getting idle
He learned the lessons from his father
Who told him to trust the earth
Which gives enough to human beings
Which provides enough to the world
But have a doubtful eye on humans itself
When things are finished they bargains
To pay the meager wages in time often