i stood beneath the gurgling waterfall plummeting down
the mountain slope,
with icy coats of air slapping my face,
felt tingling sensations creep all over my exhausted
persona,
drowning me in an ocean of unfathomable euphoria.

I stood beneath blazing roof of the fiery sunball,
A swarm of flies buzzed incoherently in my ear,
Blistering carpets of heat stabbed fragile pores of my
skin,
As I bathed in the vicinity of the open street in
ponds of perspiration.

I stood beneath the dense camouflage of leafy tree,
Melodious rhymes of the cuckoo entangled frayed nerves
of my mind,
Rain showers of water diffused from the clouds,
I slept on the bed of wet jungle weed with colored
grape fruit strewn beside
me.

I stood beneath a roof of pure silk cloth,
Ultra thin threads of floss tickling my nostrils,
The aura of luxury encapsulating impoverished zones of
my mind,
Drifting me temporarily away from pragmatic realities
of life.

I stood beneath the mystical idol of god all life,
Praying incessantly without reprieve,
Refraining from cumbersome work and daily tasks,
Visualizing quintals of grey notes to cascade from the
statue,
My reverie was abruptly broken,
I heard in disdain the message floating loud and
vibrant,
The idol admonishing me to perspire and bleed,
Shed costly tears in abundance, develop stains of mud
on my immaculately white
shirt,
To pay the rent for the iota of space I occupied on
mother earth.


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