Soil for Sometime…
Above the soil, the sky so high, sun so golden in the sky, how I wonder why you’re barred! It sounds a little similar to ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’, isn’t it?.’My grandmother has taught me many poems too, such as ‘Oh look at the moon,’ ‘Children go to and fro,’ ‘home they brought the warrior dead,’ ‘The Grandfather’s clock,’ and ‘Clementine’.
Her recitation made me imagine myself sitting on the ground and watching the moon. I imagined children are running around so merrily, the land which the soldiers fought, the time ticking, and finally a father who lost his daughter. I’m mentioning these specific poems for you to draw a soil clock! A personification it is, the moon for birth, children for growth, wars for struggles, the clock for that the time is ticking, and Clementine for the grave. All of this happens above the soil!
Gone are the times when the soil was amazingly fertile to grow crops! The earth is struggling, the time is ticking and if we fail to look at conserving the soil, it will be the end of our entire ecosystem and us. We sure do not want to be Cannibals! Soil depletion essentially occurs because we desire fancy houses, overgrazing and we do not think about effective sustainable designs for commercial uses and architecture for industries. It is agreeable that it is hard to practice sustainability, which may be due to the lack of economic support in developing countries. There is no one to blame here, but we need to work together for this cause.
We know not where the soil came from, but I believe the soil that emerged out of innocence! The soil is an artist who meticulously drew every leaf differently, and it outpoured immensely without any expectations when the sun rays fell. ‘Soil for some time,’ a pun. Some time to walk barefoot on the soil with reverence. Some time to pick up litter from the soil. Some time to sow your favorite seeds and water them. Some time to bathe in gutter water (which is a pleasant way to connect with the earth), and most importantly, keeping in mind that there is only ‘some time left for soil .’The creator has bestowed his compassion on what we trod on. The soil cannot speak but can only emote due to unhealthy human practices on the land.
We stamp. We fall, but the barred soil always helps us get up. Isn’t it?
Ignorance not towards the innocence, a plea!
