If You Cut a Tree; You Cut Your Own Mother – Poems on Environment , Wildlife , Mother Nature , Global Warming by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

6. SO WHAT

So what if the Sun disappeared behind the crimson

clouds; rendering the fabulously fathomless township

in a blanket of solitarily placid darkness,

So what if the Sun sunk in wholesome entirety behind

the gargantuan mountains; entirely abdicating even the

tiniest trace of graciously bright light,

So what if the Sun pathetically mellowed down in

blazing complexion; dismally obfuscating even the most

overwhelmingly towering entity in visible vicinity,

So what if the Sun preposterously appeared to be an

infinitesimal minnow; even infront of the most

capriciously fleeting shadow around,

The voluptuously enthralling  still greeted you like a

majestically unassailable prince; and believe me the

night was more stupendously enchanting than the

acrimoniously sweltering day.

1.

So what if the Sun horrendously dimmed as the hours

frantically unleashed by; blinding the boundless

Universe in whirlpools of inexplicably inscrutable

blackness,

So what if the Sun nervously started to flutter; as

sombre winds of timidly serene evening commence to

perseveringly take complete control,

So what if the Sun inevitably developed shades of

subtle darkness; pathetically mitigating its

tumultuously blistering ferocity upon the trajectory

of this unendingly colossal planet, 

So what if the Sun bid a transient adieu to the

gigantically sprawling earth; soon after celestially

placating dusk enshrouded its magical subtlety from

every conceivable side,

The seductively euphoric night was still your

eternally resplendent companion for the countless

instants ahead; and believe me the night was more

ebulliently exhilarating than the tenaciously

tyrannical and monotonous day.

2.

So what if the Sun started to lackadaisically waver in

unfathomable sky; obnoxiously hiding behind the

thunderous conglomerate of lightening and clouds,

So what if the Sun languidly stretched its ferociously

blistering palms for ethereal rest; eventually

melanging with the Omnipotent horizons,

So what if the Sun abruptly decided to relinquish the

periphery of this scintillating earth; leaving the

world around in bizarre blackness; without the most

diminutive of insinuation or prior notice,

So what if the Sun sporadically felt its rays being

irrevocably overpowered by the onset of the

ecstatically titillating evening; making holistic way

for nocturnal intricacies to impregnably transcend,

The marvelously bountiful night was still there for

you to spell bindingly rejoice; and believe me the

night was more Omnisciently captivating than the

manipulatively besieged corporate day.

3.

So what if the Sun resolutely shut down its formidably invincible shutters; at the first signs of ephemerally fickle minded dusk,

So what if the Sun intractably refrained to

unbelievably blaze till centuries unprecedented on the

trot; without the slightest of rest or evanescent interlude,

So what if the Sun remorsefully departed for its short lived abode; transiently evicting its insurmountably replenishing treasuries of optimism; till it shone once again at glorious dawn,

So what if the Sun lost its tinges of flaming red and

triumphant resurgence; non-invasively giving way to

dastardly darkness to be the uncrowned prince for some time,

The magnificently immortal night was still a blissful

messiah for you to uninhibitedly exult; and believe me

the night was more compassionately bonding than the

truculently scorching and unsparing day.