Digging Own Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Digging Own
Digging own
Nothing of that sort shall happen
The earth shall turn hell from heaven
The soil shall be fully polluted
The plant shall produce poison as planted
The rivers shall flow poisonously
The shore shall suffer continuously
We shall dump toxic waste
And seal the humanity fate
The air shall have disease particles
With added chemicals
The rain shall shower with acid
From source itself you shall have poisonous feed
Single soul shall express positivity
But alas! it has no longetivity
Wish remains as personal wish
Where we are rushing to finish
Expect no miracle
As path ahead is full of struggle
We are digging our own grave
No one is expected to behave
xLilian Dipasupil Kunimasa yet let our graves be one we dug let not our dreams and spirits be swept under a rug let not false guilt nor lies our shoulders lug.. I believe each one of us are given duties and hardship that our soul can carry, yet our own selves are adding more than what is given us.. making us unfocused and dead Unlike · Reply · 1 · 13 mins · Edited · 40 minutes ago
Expect no miracle As path ahead is full of struggle We are digging our own grave No one is expected to behave
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welcome lilian Unlike · Reply · 1 · 40 minutes