It Is I Dug A Hole Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR
It Is I Dug A Hole
It is I dug a hole with the sharp nails
Taking out clay, stone pebbles, sand,
Mud...slash...
Depth is remarkable;
Around the hole a high protuberance;
Now I'm lying down in the hole, waiting...
None is there to inter;
Getting dried little by little,
My cloud of waiting conceived,
Bearing not a drop of rain only lightning..
Some day or other realise what's what...
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