Good Earth - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Some say, God’s made earth so fertile,
Wonder if man should ever toil,
Some ploughing here and probing there,
Watering, weeding and some care,
And lo, abundant crop should smile.
I tickled garden earth, so, in some haste
To see if she laughs with goodly harvest;
She did laugh but seemed not so pleased,
From a mild shock when I felt eased,
She said: you seem some sort of jest.
- Tongue-in-cheek | 07.01.14 |
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