O, ye grave digger what do you dig? Grave for a flower of heaven, who dropeth on earth With tears , smiles and gurgle Goeth unscathed , unhurt and untouched.
O, ye grave digger what do you dig now? Sepulchre for the youth Whose sad visage reflects betrayed love Wails and kisses do not stir him now Death’s embrace is enow.
O, ye grave digger what do you do? Dig a grave for a poor man Whose life was full of suffering and woe Grave problems tortured him in life Gravely in the grave he lies.
O, ye grave diggers whose grave do you prepare now? Rich man who ruled the law and grinded the poor Yet death will level him with his page His money and wealth, power and pelf Will now, not stand him in good stead For he was in vices rich ,virtues poor.
O, ye grave digger why do you smile? I wonder at the vanity of man He knows this is his final destination Yet he never comes to inspect his home. I think of his comfort, does he ever think of me?
Dark and sinister rain befalling us I know something is wrong, I can feel it in my bones, Catastrophic endless fountain of blood, But faith refuses to panic at all… I will go to my grave as a soldier of
People with greed and selfishness rule this world of umpteen wonder The one who burns within himself for not digesting the prosperity of the other is recognised as a good Human being Living for oneself is not living at all
Scores of my write ups came on the way Brickbats and flowers thrown all along the way Riding high with the thoughts nobody comes my way Nothing new is being written by me by the way Wonder whether have I