Giants of Mining

So now imagine a poet

finding himself in such environment.

After a while his focus shifts 

from “why” are these people doing 

whatever they are doing 

and he begins to turn his attention 

more to “how” are they doing, 

whatever they are doing.

He begins to notice 

new things about them,

things like working as if 

there is no tomorrow,

working as if 

their very life depends on it ,

working with a pride and dignity,

braving elements,

burning midnight oil,

tearing down old bridges 

and instead building a new one 

capable of carrying a  heavier load 

than any other bridge

that can be found spreading  

across the Athabascas  of the World.

Then he comes to a realization 

that how they approach their work 

is how he should approach his work.

After applying himself for a while 

in a such manner  those who know him 

give him a  nickname “The poems machine”.

After the steady outpour of poems

he comes to a new realization ,

perhaps even more important 

than the first realization 

that has set in motion the wheels 

of the poems machine.

He comes to a realization 

that in order for him to extract the verses 

he does not need object of his affection 

to be in front of him, 

for the crude from which 

his  verses are extracted from

is an under surface 

rather than above surface crude.

To prove this theory to be true 

he finds object of his affection 

at the furthest place on the planet 

from where he is ,

all the way on the other side of the world ,

and he builds the pipeline 

to deliver goods

to a random girl in India

by Mario M. Eric