They dig and dig to excavate
All their wet hopes... then
To heave their comforts of bricky dreams
Step by step upping... then
To untie their turbanned head
Spread to recline and lunch... then
To chat and sing to the transistor hopefully
Joking for an Ambassador car... then
To complete the stair-flight back with their tools
Heaving their hopes in air for a month or so... then
The mason backto his bungalow
His family backto next excavate hopes and Ambassador car
a clean poem...masons who build up rich people's imaginations into castles go back to build their own castles in imaginations ever...i like the way you observe life...good piece 10+
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I would like to translate this poem
thay come in groups stay at site...the first users of the unfinished house...very true mam....please read my 'a beauty's duty', 'the wind's dressing room', 'a rain dropp in a child's play, a sleeping beauty