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

23. THERE WAS NO PRICE ON EARTH 

There was no price on earth which could ever

substitute; the untamed exhilaration which every pore

of my body experienced; while briskly philandering

through the thunderous cloudbursts of exuberant breeze,

There was no price on earth which could ever

substitute; the profound wave of enlightenment that I

felt on my skin; every day at the very first light of

miraculously rejuvenating dawn,

There was no price on earth which could ever

substitute; the irrefutable truth in the voice of the

little child; incoherently gazing towards my drearily

sagging demeanor,

There was no price on earth which could ever

substitute; the astronomically resplendent enigma that

I felt enveloped with; when I intrepidly trespassed

through the wilderness of the forests and the

gloriously spell binding waterfalls,

There was no price on earth which could ever

substitute; the unrelenting festoon of fantasies that

I dreamt all day and exotic night; the cloud of

majestically sensuous titillation that bountifully

enshrouded every ingredient of my blood,

There was no price on earth which could ever

substitute; the uninhibitedly compassionate fabric of

humanity that profusely caressed me from all sides;

the spirit of symbiotically superb camaraderie that I

felt in every aspect of my vibrant life,

There was no price on this earth that could ever

substitute; those moments when I realized I was going

to become a father; the triumphantly unending smiles

on the faces of me and my wife; alike,

There was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; the poignantly pristine freshness of the

ravishing oceans; which voraciously tickled me every

night under the gregariously milky moon,

There was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; the fathomless sensitivity in the eyes of

my beloved; the Omnipotent replenishment that I had

felt on my lips; as she kissed me till the end of veritable time,

There was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; the unprecedented urge in my body to once

again become an innocuously wandering child; regally

frolic with the feathers of the vivid peacock; until

the Sun bid the earth a final goodbye,

There was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; the unsurpassable excitement that I had

indefatigably experienced; as the nubile seductress

deluged the colors of her embellished artistry; in the

famished whites of my lugubrious eye,

There was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; the unconquerable faith that I had in the

paradise of righteousness; even as diabolically

marauding hell wholesomely blended with inconspicuous

granules of soil,

There was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; the invincible exultation engulfing my

face; when I earned the first trace of quintessential

livelihood with my very own hands,

There was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; the limitless euphoria that each element

of my visage experienced; as I nose-dived without a

parachute from the absolute summit of the beautifully

snow clad hills,

There was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; the insurmountable care showered upon me

by my godly mother right since the first cry of my

birth; and even as she underwent the most horrifically

gory whippings from the conventionally

 inclement society,

There was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; the smile of perennial freshness on the

face of my newly born daughter; her insatiably innocent actions to nibble everything that came her way,

There was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; the blissfully seductive scent of the

mesmerizing rose that drifted into my torturously

starved nostrils; the stupendous vivaciousness of the

atmosphere; royally perpetuating me from all ends,

There was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; those two words of encouragement from the

haplessly withering dame; impregnating loads of

Herculean courage in my dwindling persona; even as she

was just about to leave the planet forever and die,

There was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; the unbelievably supreme melody of the

ingratiatingly voluptuous nightingale; the Omniscient

sweetness that it instilled in my collapsing form;

every time she unfurled her beak to sing and cry, 

And there was no price on earth that could ever

substitute; those instants when I fell in love at

first sight; those unassailable passions in my body

when we first united; those immortal bonds of love

that we had formed for infinite more births yet to

unveil; which were still my whole and sole mantra to

lead life.