Digging deep the poem, is the poet
Beneath tons of dirt
Beneath tons of heart
Lies covered the poem
Who buried it this deep, don’t know
Got to get out of the coffin
Digging days and nights
May be it’ll come alive
At the touch of a breath
Digging them deep
When the casket lid was opened
Every time from within
The cadaver that comes alive
Is the poet himself.
A pleasant and witty poetic divertissement.
Thank you very much.
The search for a poem and the way one discovers oneself while digging deep! Lovely poem. Welcome here Sarada.
Thank you very much Reena.