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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