there was wet moisture camouflaging the earth,
condensed slices of soil slept in perennial darkness,
tiny bits of stone lay embedded in loose gravel,
radiating worms weaved their way through tunnels of
mud,
reptiles slithered harmlessly past dungeons of
darkness,
yellow crested frogs danced in abundant ponds of
water,
the sun had never blazed on this part of the world,
sporadic outbursts of moonshine had faded long ago
into oblivion,
humid pouches of air blew at sedate velocities,
entwined roots of tree and grass extruded from the
mud,
thin wisps of pungent fertilizer cakes caressed the
soil,
a plehtora of red ant marched boisterously towards
their den,
droplets of liquid percolated painstakingly, exhausted
from deep journeys of
incessant travel,
a slurry of black oil and grease lay trapped at
several patches,
dead mushroom chunks lay buried for decades in
obscurity,
there was no adulteration in the mass of clay for
millions of kilometers,
the soil was as pure as gods bathed in rich cow milk,
with nil traces of metal, pesticide, shards of tainted
glass,
and surplus amounts of crystal water imprisoned in its
core,
catering to infinite numbers of scorched mouths dying
in blistering heat,
all this and things more exotic existed,
an approximate thousand feet beneath the surface of
mud painted earth.

Nikhil Parekh

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