Civilizations Started,
Moulding the Mud;
Civilizations Ended,
Burying in the Mud!
Mud Cakes Burnt and,
Houses Made of Bricks;
Mud Plays Must for,
Every Child's Fun & Joy;
Mud for Farming Food,
Mud Pots for Flowering;
Mud Bath Neck Depth,
For Shiny Skin Health!
Toys, Utensils, Huts,
Castles & Idols Made;
Refining & Processing,
Clays & Colours of Mud;
Mud as his Best Friend,
From Birth to Death;
Man with a Fist of Mud,
Squeezes his Anger Out;
Men of Honour & Valour,
Swears & Promises on Mud;
Man with a Load of Mud,
With Creative Thoughts,
Spends A Life Time Worth,
Earning the Artistic Best;
But for Water & Elements,
Earth & Earthly Exo-Planets,
Are Full of Mud on Which,
Life can Propel & Prosper!
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Yes, mud is the best friend of a human being starting from birth to death... brilliantly expressed...top score!