white frock

 
I am standing on the
top floor of an aged
house, looking at the
trees and plants
surrounded by black
soil, I am just eight or
nine years old, I go
down the stairs and
start putting my hand
in the black sleek soil,
I am wearing a white
frock, seeing me sitting
in the mud, my mum
shouts angrily from the
top floor, My hands and
feet are covered with
grass and mud, I go
upstairs with hands
and feet covered with
mud, mother slaps me
at the door itself.
mum said that you have
made this frock dirty,
you have made your
hands and feet dirty.
I said mum, I go to
school every day,
walk on the road,
then everyday this
soil covers the lower
part of my body with
itself. I never got sick
from it, that's why
today I wanted to know
this soil more deeply.
nd mum didn't say
anything to me, and
I bowed my head
and went towards
the bathroom.