This document discusses how everything in the world, no matter how large or small, from ants to mountains to trees, all have deep secrets within them. It describes the internal experiences and hidden mysteries of various living and non-living things on Earth, from dinosaurs and peacocks to blades of grass and grains of dust, emphasizing that everything contains profound secrets within.

1. DEEP OCEAN OF SECRETS
Be it belonging to the infinitesimally irate ant; who traversed an infinite steps in its
journey from the bottom of the majestic dinner table; to its tantalizingly steaming top,
Be it belonging to the stoically invincible Everest; which stood with its head high as
the lone unflinchingly exuberant warrior; even as the entire planet beside was
dissolving into the mortuaries of hopelessness,
Be it belonging to the measly disheveled mushroom; frenetically staggering with each
draught of fresh air; trying to solidly emboss its very own place in the languid bits of
mud circumscribing it,
Be it belonging to the wondrously tangy wave; dissipating into an unparalleled
festoon of royal froth; triggering an inevitable smile on every bygone face, after
clashing against the seductive black rocks,
Be it belonging to the voluptuously crimson thundercloud; which craved and craved
and unstoppably craved for its time; to melt into a boundless droplets of everlastingly
mollifying rain,
Be it belonging to the incongruously bohemian barking dog; who uncontrollably
growled nineteen to the dozen even in ghastly midnight; until its voice was eventually
heard by its callous master,
Be it belonging to the perennially flowering tree; which blossomed into umpteenth a
dazzling leaf every now and again; and whose each minuscule root had entrapped in
it; the hidden enigmas of a time before time was pragmatically born,
Be it belonging to the diminutively impoverished cubicle of stray ice; trembling an
infinite times every unfurling instant; in anticipation of its worst enemy the "Sun"
blazing out; and forever pulverizing the chapter of its existence beyond its livid grave,
Be it belonging to the indiscriminately behemoth dinosaur; for whom everything else
on earth was a maudlin buffoonery of time; as it toyed with all creation in the center
of its palm; till its last breath destined,
Be it belonging to the insignificantly tiny shell lying astray on the skewed shores;
fighting left; right and center for its very existence; even as each gigantic wave
inexorably tried to drown to the rock bottom of the sea,
Be it belonging to the vivaciously dancing peacock; which spread its romantic
plumage full throttle in anticipation of its dream mate; with the very first showers of

2. ravishingly golden rain,
Be it belonging to the obnoxiously fetid cockroach; spending an infinite of its lives
fretfully meandering round the disdainful lavatory seat; an indescribable miles far
away from the freshness of rising Sunlight,
Be it belonging to the raunchily descending bat; searching for every conceivable prey
of its blindfolded; since its very first cry of morosely blackened and topsy-turvy
hackneyed life,
Be it belonging to most impoverished ingredient of the atmosphere; swept to its non-
existent grave every second by the slightest puff of wind; and then found floating
again in some indecipherable part of the fathomless Universe,
Be it belonging to the very last brick in the boundlessly deep foundation; which
timelessly winced in unheard pain; an intransigently agonizing scream which fell on
deaf ears and with only the darkness around it as its lone companion,
Be it belonging to the pinch of vapid dust; which either got ruthlessly swept;
heartlessly trampled; ludicrously blown; condemningly spat upon; by every cold-
blooded stroke of unsparing destiny,
Be it belonging to the velvety blade of emerald grass; which perennially romanced in
the aisles of untamed desire; with each droplet of mesmerizing golden dew,
Be it belonging to the evanescent entrenchment of the parsimonious horizons; which
try as hard as they could; but were never successful in salvaging their own identity;
amidst the day; afternoon and wild night,
Be it belonging to the incongruously babbling eunuch; stretching to every threshold
of raucously unimaginable obscenity; in order to evict those quintessential bundles of
currency from the spurious society outside,
O! Yes, be it belonging to conceivably anyone on this tirelessly ingratiating earth;
every palpitating heart has; is; and shall forever remain an unconquerably "Deep
Ocean of secrets".