there was wet moisture camouflaging the earth, <br />condensed slices of soil slept in perennial darkness, <br />tiny bits of stone lay embedded in loose gravel, <br />radiating worms weaved their way through tunnels of <br />mud, <br />reptiles slithered harmlessly past dungeons of <br />darkness, <br />yellow crested frogs danced in abundant ponds of <br />water, <br />the sun had never blazed on this part of the world, <br />sporadic outbursts of moonshine had faded long ago <br />into oblivion, <br />humid pouches of air blew at sedate velocities, <br />entwined roots of tree and grass extruded from the <br />mud, <br />thin wisps of pungent fertilizer cakes caressed the <br />soil, <br />a plehtora of red ant marched boisterously towards <br />their den, <br />droplets of liquid percolated painstakingly, exhausted <br />from deep journeys of <br />incessant travel, <br />a slurry of black oil and grease lay trapped at <br />several patches, <br />dead mushroom chunks lay buried for decades in <br />obscurity, <br />there was no adulteration in the mass of clay for <br />millions of kilometers, <br />the soil was as pure as gods bathed in rich cow milk, <br />with nil traces of metal, pesticide, shards of tainted <br />glass, <br />and surplus amounts of crystal water imprisoned in its <br />core, <br />catering to infinite numbers of scorched mouths dying <br />in blistering heat, <br />all this and things more exotic existed, <br />an approximate thousand feet beneath the surface of <br />mud painted earth.<br /><br />Nikhil Parekh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1000-feet-below-the-earth/
