.... A Page From The Soil Poem by SREEREK ASHOK

.... A Page from the soil

I hear the soil is for the one, who die
Why my legs stumble in the soil
Soil is my language!
Soil is my breathe!

I don't need some soil
just for my grave


I hear the soil is for the one, who die
Why my legs stumble in the soil
Soil is my language!
Soil is my breathe!

I don't need some soil
just for my grave

"Time, can't bear this apparel so long"
Who makes us prey for this soil?
My child is eating mud cakes,
It was just a story my kid,
That we can make mud cakes to eat.

We will survive here to receive the honour of
Being famished
We evolved from the soil
We "died" among the humans
We all becomes the element of the soil
Will someone call us "human"?

At the time of my breathe,
Put some soil in my mouth,
For that to give salvation
For our fore fathers