Tuesday, March 20, 2007

The Mine Of Strength

Far away beyond shore and foam,
In the forgotten backyard of his home,
What does the lad look to find?

He digs and digs, never tiring,
Soiling his clothes and perspiring,
What, indeed, does the lad look to find?

Perhaps wealth hidden by his Sires,
Got from caves lonely, beyond mires,
What, indeed, does the lad look to find?

May be a gentle souvenir rather,
On a high day, given, by his father,
What, indeed, does the lad look to find?

Not, surely, a weapon to tame the wiles,
Of the unseen enemy full of guiles?
What, indeed, does the lad look to find?


A new strength--
Strengthened anew
He emerges now,
From bonds, not a few,
Knowing the fact, verily,
That there is return again,
That there is digging again,
That there is searching again,
That there is soiling again,
To, his strength, gain.

2 comments:

Ragz said...

The dig goes on eh! Surely a big dig. Nice thouhgtful one Kedar, in fact I sense naivity in the dig. Need I say that its a good one. Its beyond that :)

Gandaragolaka said...

I have had to toil to explain thatthe poem is not exactly about someone digging.

Finally someone who sees the thing as easily as it ought to have been!

Thanks!