Inside the Tunnel

As I stand in the Tunnel,

I feel like I’m in the Funnel,

Surrounded by many workers,

Came all the way from India as labors.

            Right of me, I can hear Drilling,

            Left of me, I can hear Grinding.

            In the middle, I’m standing,

            With the work of Grouting.

All the workers in their eyes,

With the dust they are dyed.

Some are covered with their mask,

Till the end until the task.

            Among them are some Foreman,

            Experienced and dedicated with their man,        

            All they need is progress,

            Quality is what we maintain in the process.

Pressure & W:C ratio to be maintained,

For the Grout to be retained.

Is all I’m shouting,

For which some are doubting.

            I can observe some leakage of Grout,

            I am there to shout for a cutout.

            And to plug it with a Packer,

            That will serve the purpose of a Stopper.

This left to remind the next Shift,

For I’m leaving with a perfect gift,

For them to cleanse the hole,

By injecting fresh water for a whole.