47. NATURAL DRINK
when drops of fuming acid fell down on the ground,
infinite blades of green grass wailed in cacophonic unison,
the soil was subjected to unrelenting agony; engulfed with waves of acerbity.
when globules of crimson paint cascaded on the ground,
a plethora of leaf was submerged with obnoxious color,
strangulating life rendering pores of tangible breath.
when pellets of aromatic effluent tumbled on the ground,
there arose an utter pandemonium; nimble ants and toads ran helter-skelter,
the rustic ambience of soil; now transited to inevitable distortion.
When fetid gutter water leaked out on the ground,
Streams of blotted liquid now imprisoned land,
And there proliferated a battalion of venomous mosquito with toxic sting.
When an extract of raw sugarcane juice was poured on the ground,
The coagulated balls of clay relished it on primordial encounter,
But soon vomited out the surplus with sighs of increasing impatience.
When a pressured spray of pesticide was sprayed uniformly on the ground,
Animate creepers repelled it with all their might,
The mud shrieked disdainfully; unable to bear the tyranny of being mutilated.
And when finally crystal water plummeted from silver grey clouds,
Famished granules of soil; heaved gargantuan sighs of relief,
Hungrily suckled the natural drink they were deprived of for marathon
hours on the trot