Digging Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

I can speak aloud, can sing ceaselessly,
And thoughtlessly I want to fly,
My days are going to be rhythmic
Little by little.
Digging after digging, here I have
Chosen this silent world,
And still needed much more time walk,
To walk a long way;
A lot of time is needed before to reach
The restlessness is yet to be awaited
For the rest,
I'm just digging and digging,
Way after way, day to day,
Until I shall get the golden glistening days.