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

20. OMNIPOTENT RAINDROP 

It waded of even the most traumatically rapacious of

my tensions; with the astoundingly mellifluous cadence

in its glorious uninhibited cascade,

It majestically cleared the deleterious morass of

manipulation enshrouding my eyes; with its stupendously sparkling and uninhibitedly rhapsodic globules,

It victoriously beheaded all my bizarrely staggering

dereliction; with its perennially princely and

unrelenting shower of divine righteousness,

It profoundly enlightened every cranny of my drearily

lambasted veins; with its fabulously rhythmic and

unbelievably magnetic melody,

It perpetually replenished my lividly morose lips; with its unfathomable forest of timeless charisma; drenching each contour of my devastatingly limp persona; with cisterns of unconquerable ecstasy,

It marvellously embellished even the most

infinitesimal follicle of my despairingly beleaguered

eyelashes; with its torrentially ebullient and

enchanting downpour,

It triumphantly freed me of all my spuriously bellicose tawdriness; blissfully pacifying the innermost realms of my incarcerated soul; with its spell bindingly

united showering,

It regally silenced the very essence of dastardly fear

in my countenance; with its unflinching spirit of

unassailably euphoric adventure,

It impregnably taught me the morals of harmoniously

philanthropic existence; with its insatiably gregarious embracing of all tribes; benevolently and alike,

It wholesomely massacred even the most mercurial trace

of desperation in my blood; with its unsurpassable

festoon of everlastingly seductive scent,

It emolliently decorated even the most capricious step

that I transgressed; with its convivially vibrant

impressions of intoxicating life,

It forever ensured that I frolicked through meadows of

fantastically resplendent childhood; triggering in me

an implacable urge to sensuous discover the beauty of

this entire Universe; drowning myself in obeisant

admiration of its untainted belly,

It made me wholesomely oblivious to all gory death;

agony and satanically horrific pain; with its fountain

of unbelievably exotic iridescence,

It handsomely liberated me of my truculently barbarous

fanaticism; with its eternally indomitable rainbows of

truth and celestially burgeoning solidarity,

It gorgeously transpired the most poignantly intricate artist from within the deepest ingredients of my blood; engendering me to spawn a civilization of synergistically intriguing newness; with its droplets of bountifully exultating compassion,

It nursed me like what my sacrosanct mother used to

feed me when I was a newborn child; with its fabric of

ardently heavenly and unshakable togetherness,

It profusely inundated my life with nothing else but

love; love and rivulets of invincibly immortal love;

with its serendipitously gracious wave of priceless

humanity,

And to imagine that it did all of the above without

even a minuscule pinch to my pocket; a fugitive

penalization to my advancing stride; O! Yes; such was

the Omnipotent magic of the tantalizingly beautiful

and aristocratically opalescent raindrop.