Soil

Soil,
how to put you up in words?
attempting the impossible?
still this simple poem,
just an offering,
to indescribable,

on which was battles of life and death,
on which were smartest and dumbest,

on which we stand tall,
and in which we are tombed,
the senseless, the boring talks and interesting stories,
the filthy places, and beautiful ridges,
the curse of pain, the gift of pleasure,
the pain of turmoils of loved ones, and the sweetness of love,
the dominance and bullying, the irritation, the loneliness, the mockery,
the subservience and understanding, the humility, the kindness, and empathy,
the hypocrites, the smart bullying, the revenge and uglyness,
the forgiving, the compassionate, the warmloving despite all odds,
the heartlessness of day, the gentleness of night,
you seem to coax all with your bewildering life,


on which was found liberation,
on which was found endless noise,

the same stained with blood of billions,
womb another billions,

the wicked, the naughty, the wise, the loving,
the cruel, the noble,
the toughest, the humblest, all lay in your lap,


it has seen rise and fall of power,
as well as melting away in love,
smiles of success, cries of failure,
sweating of workers, and luxuries of life,
the humiliations, and the appreciations,

which has seen the gloominess and happiness alike,
which has seen the death and life alike,
which has seen treachery and trust alike,
ugliest and brightest alike,
the deception and the inception of clarity,
which has seen the blossoming, the wilting,
O dear soil what words for you?

We are just a piece of your art,
how can we be anything more than you?

still we cut the very root which,
feeds us the milk of life,
and then wonder why it hurts?

I lay my head down,
with head and heart, 
O soil