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

15. CAN NEVER EVOLVE 

The field which uncontrollably cries while ploughing;

can never evolve into majestically fructifying and

ebulliently blissful crop,

The sea which pathetically cries while undulating; can

never evolve into fantastically vibrant and

tantalizingly ecstatic adventure,

The desert which discordantly cries while being

heated; can never evolve into fathomlessly regale and

timelessly seductive majesty,

The cloud which hedonistically cries while showering

rain; can never evolve into boundlessly enthralling

and enchantingly heavenly freshness,

The waterfall which insidiously cries while cascading

on handsome rock; can never evolve into stupendously

amiable and vividly mystical reinvigoration,

The mountain which abhorrently cries while defending;

can never evolve into symbiotically unflinching and

peerlessly unassailable unity,

The nightingale which fretfully cries while singing;

can never evolve into timelessly ubiquitous and

unequivocally resplendent melody,

The artist who deplorably cries while sketching; can

never evolve into spell bindingly refreshing and

unsurpassably enamoring magnetism,

The soldier who dolorously cries while fighting for

his country; can never evolve into insuperably

marvelous and blazingly fearless patriotism,

The tree which dementedly cries while imparting

exuberant breeze; can never evolve into magnificently

euphoric and royally blossoming vivacity,

The clown who preposterously cries while engendering

the audience to laugh; can never evolve into

bedazzlingly enviable and miraculously healing happiness,

The lightening which uxoriously cries while

uninhibitedly diffusing into an enigmatic river of

brilliant white; can never evolve into compassionately

effulgent and fierily charged electricity,

The lion who capriciously cries while crunching the

bones of his nimble prey; can never evolve into unfathomably bewitching and inimitably unconquerable kingliness,

The dwelling which hedonistically cries while

harboring its impeccable occupants; can never evolve

into affably propitious and beautifully synergistic concord,

The doctor who fecklessly cries while attending to his

beleaguered patients; can never evolve into miraculously Omnipotent and blessedly efficacious healing,

The hand which frigidly cries while working for quintessential livelihood; can never evolve into eternally pacifying and emolliently deserving perseverance,

The lips which dismally cry while unstoppably kissing;

can never evolve into bounteously ingratiating and

timelessly candle-lit sensuousness, 

And the heart which sadistically cries while

perpetually bonding its beats with the person it

loved; can never evolve into immortally Godly and

rhapsodically triumphant life.