Oh wet soil
I yearn to be consumed by you
I yearn to bury myself inside you
As there is no greater romance than freedom

I yearn to free myself inside your moist and warm belonging
I want to smell the unmodified uncapitalized brittle molecules
I want to bury my face inside you and shriek
I might stop when I am breathless, I beg you to please understand me

Oh wet soil
Enriched with the blood of Bhagat and his brothers and lovers
I want you to set me free so I can die with comfort
Thought of death has become too frequent yet unaffordable

I want you to invite me
Let me inside your air conditioning
Thrill me, hug me and take me away from my owners
I want to enter you and rest my tired soul

Oh wet soil
My father calls me a thankless child
But I think death of my soul is an absolute death for me
Hang me, my cowardice, my lifeless unkind limp body