Muddy adventure

Adventure term coins our brain as a thrilling and exciting enjoyment... what if that enjoyment comes from within our inner soul attached to the allurement of the nature. here, I present to you adventurous muddy experience of the old days!

My footsteps went on and on,
in the flowing monsoon season...
the wrath of clouds were glad to see,
my enchanted; lively vision.

the pearl like drops, showered from sky;
like archetype of heaven's satisfaction,
and I went on ahead on road,
with my mind free of worries and tension.

My heart was thrilled to see it,
how nature beautifies its elegance;
Although all around was dark fluid;
but still giggling greenery emitted its soothing fragrance!

In the nature's joy, I mingled;
like the sugar cube of the natural pot...
the sherbet was brownish mud,
& I dipped making it, sweeter a lot!

my body's elation was on its highest  peak,
swimming in the mini pond of mud!
I was adorned with the flaky rain,
moving all around like churning of curd.

When those pearls stopped revelation,
from the mouth of those cloudy oerester..
I ended up fulled dressed with mud;
like the summary of my last semester.

The brimming flow of odourless water,
can't make your day so special;
The one which you get from those brown fluids,
is like the joyful hounds of a mesmerised castle.

I went off from that muddy pot,
from man to dark ghost, I appeared,
My personality resembled the one that of demons,
& my soul preferably cheered.

From dawn to dusk, I flapped....
in the pool of that odourful mud;
and the time was that of evening,
And I turned to my ultimate home bird.

the life is quite amazing,
See diamond.. found under the dirt;
But still, it's value remains;
As reality never gets mud.

The nature is just accurate,
to all its inexorable creatures,
The contentment of the chirping water,
is equal to amusement of the muddy adventure.

I remember now, the days of life...
When we played with mud and water,
No tension of being infected...
the charm was full and not quarter!

hope again to have those humble clowns,
made from the nature's beauty,
In the palms of every street and nook;
in the presence of love and emity.

Hope again to feel the aroma,
of those captivating environmental surds;
hope again to see those days;
When monsoon tolled, the children's body with mud!