Extract2

Extract2

A Poem by Vaiduka

I work in field as sweaty labour,

As destiny was not in favour,

As sunny heat is kissing front,

I don’t believe I’ll soon be gone.

I grab with nails a dirty sand,

To grow a seed is the demand

With dirty bucket i water bed

As family needs to be fed.

© 2011 Vaiduka


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Added on October 9, 2011
Last Updated on October 9, 2011

Author

Vaiduka
Vaiduka

Naas, Co. Kildare, Ireland



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Simple and complicated. Loving and ferocious. Truly and only. more..

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A Poem by Vaiduka