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

21. AS LONG AS 

It was perfectly OK; even if you were profusely

fastidious about your food; wanted to eat the most

flirtatiously rubicund morsels of tantalizing fruit

before commencing every of your delectable meal,

It was perfectly OK; even if you were overwhelmingly

squeamish about the way you dressed; insatiably

desired to embellish your nimble countenance; with the

finest fraternity of regale silk that was found on the

rustic mountain sheep,

It was perfectly OK: even if you were unfathomably

obsessive about the things you liked and abominably

disliked; at times even waking a countless night on

the incessant trot; to heavenly placate even the most

infinitesimal of your desire,

It was perfectly OK: even if you euphorically danced

without the slightest rhyme or reason at the crackle

of voluptuous midnight; even as the world perpetually

snored in immutably forlorn unison,

O! Yes it was perfectly OK even if you executed the

most wildest of your idiosyncracies; as long as you

indefatigably proliferated God’s symbiotically

burgeoning living kind; as long as you invincibly

stood with every sect of humanity; till the time you

aristocratically emanated your very last breath….

1.

It was perfectly OK: even if you assiduously clambered

fathomless nights on the trot; just to mischievously

roll every of your luridly beleaguered senses with the

ultimate epitome of the freezing Himalayas,

It was perfectly OK; even if you uninhibitedly rolled

through marshes of uncouthly untamed wilderness; ardently scratching your frolicking flesh with every conceivable thorn that lay; disdainfully sprawled in vicinity,

It was perfectly OK; even if you unrelentingly chased

unruly dogs in fields of hay; jubilantly philandered

with chuckling hen as the Sun set in spell binding

harmony behind the mesmerizing hills,

It was perfectly OK; even if you sporadically nibbled

at chunks of obnoxiously worthless cheese like a new

born infant; although you had handsomely swept well

past the threshold of eclectic maturity; countless years ago,

O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you exuded into

the most skittish of your tantrums left; right and

wayward center; as long as you perennially bonded with

God’s most Omnipotent spirit of love; gloriously

saluted every religion and color alike; as the

religion of divinely mankind.

2.

It was perfectly OK; even if you obsessively waited

for torrential drops of rain to thunderous rain to

pelt; sadly from the heart of a profanely cloudless sky,

It was perfectly OK: even if you were the first

organism on this gargantuan planet to irately

soliloquize words grotesquely upside down; paving an

esoteric pathway of your very own; which had never

ever been replicated on this Universe before,

It was perfectly OK; even if you intransigently wanted

the most ephemeral beauty of this unsurpassably

unending cosmos before your impeccable eyes all the

time; timelessly basking in the glory of nothing else

but sensuously ingratiating graciousness,

It was perfectly OK; even if you uniquely chose to

transgress through the acridly flaming thorns of

truth; while the ostentatiously conventional society

danced in the aisles of horrifically derogatory

manipulation; outside,

O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you drifted every

aspect of your life towards the most unimaginable of

your whims; as long as you philanthropically mitigated

all vindictively assaulted humanity from graveyards of

depravation; as long as you made eternally everlasting

righteousness the sole mantra of your nimble

existence.

3.

It was perfectly OK; even if you ecstatically rollicked in the lap of your revered mother; every unraveling moment of the brilliantly stupendous day; and each wind of the resplendently star studded night,

It was perfectly OK: even if you immutably plucked

stoical blades of lackadaisical grass all life;

intrepidly staring at phlegmatic puffs of robustly

emerald sky to victoriously rejoice,

It was perfectly OK; even if you erred more number of

times than you took quintessentially ravishing breath;

stuttering like a nonchalant skeleton on every

exuberant step that you lamely tread,

It was perfectly OK; even if you profoundly dedicated

infinite births of yours solely to the essence of

majestic artistry; although there was not an

inconspicuous penny in there; and as your robotically

mundane mates minted mines of imperially glittering

gold; outside,

O! Yes; it was perfectly OK even if you gyrated your

uninhibited countenance solely to the tunes of your

heart; mind; conscience and no one else; as long as

you patriotically dazzle into the rainbows of a

vibrantly optimistic tomorrow; as long as you liberate

every beat of your heart to love the atmosphere of

oneness; to love the atmosphere of Omnipresent human

kind.