Where The Blackened Hands Dream Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

Deep beneath the earth,
where sunlight loses its way,
they dig through mountains of coal
to earn another day.

Blackened hands,
dusty gloves,
clothes drenched in perspiration—
each breath tastes of coal,
each heartbeat carries a dream.

They dig and dig,
beneath the weight of the earth,
hoping their labour
will one day bloom into a better life.

But they do not know
when the darkness will close its doors.

A sudden silence—
the tools fall still,
the dust settles,
and death comes without a warning.

The hands that once broke coal
now lie motionless.

Where have their hopes gone?
Where are the dreams
they carried beneath the earth?

They worked to live,
yet the mine took their lives;
they searched for tomorrow,
but never reached it.

And beneath tons of coal,
their blackened hands remain—
holding the unfinished dreams
of lives that never saw the light.