Mud Everywhere

She ate green mangoes and clay chalks as a part of her cravings

She hide her ballooned belly under her printed dupatta

She walked slowly on the high and low village road

She breathed last while delivering her baby in her muddy hut..

Time is but a mere vending machine, reflects what gained earlier

Now the two year eats mud sitting on the mud

The truth of every world..

Mud everywhere..everything will turn to mud..