Obsession Of Soil

When water sprinkles

On the soil,

My concentration on work

Has to spoil.

It absorbs the water 

Like a

Thirsty person.

Countless, colourless bubbles

Disappearing

Give me a

Lot of 

Satisfaction.

I want to stay there longer

And even mine

Dig into the wet and muddy soil

So that I can smell it

More for a while 

But 

something stops me from doing so

It’s the 

‘Time!’

I wish and I take

A last glance 

Take a deep breath

To smell it again 

And again

This Desire

Would only go

With a 

Little

Rain